Junk Block v2

[Intro: Heavy distorted guitar riff, slow hi-hat beat, faint banjo twang Spoken, low growl]
Welcome to the story… of a kid who never made it.  
[Verse 1: Hardcore Rap - gritty, rhythmic delivery Drums kick in, bass thumps, rapid-fire flow]
Junk block, ego trip, never hit the peak,
Star of the field? Nah, dreams too weak.
High school hero? That ship sailed fast,
Flustered fool, man, my future’s the past.
Pain cuts deep, past the skin, past the bone,
Spinal cord screamin’, I’m out here alone.
No love, no spark, no one to call mine,
Kid with a dream, left to rot on the line.
Fucked-up story, no climax, no rise,
No influence, no fire in these eyes.
Feeble-minded, lonesome, hurt in my core,
Grew up too quick, don’t know who I’m for.  
[Chorus: Country Rock/Metal - melodic with a twang, soaring vocals Big open chords, slide guitar, anthemic]
Junk block kid, left behind in the dust,
Heart full of rust, dreams turn to crust.
Feelin’ the weight, it’s a crushin’ overload,
But I’m still walkin’ down this lonesome road.  
[Verse 2: Hardcore Rap - angrier, faster flow Double-time hi-hats, distorted guitar stabs]
Overwhelmed, drowned in the void of my head,
Left behind, man, I’m better off dead.
But death ain’t the fix, just a coward’s way out,
Temporary pain, but I’m screamin’ too loud.
No build-up, no catch, just a flatline life,
Cut by the world like a dull rusted knife.
No good vibes, no hands to pull me through,
Just a ghost of a kid with nothin’ to do.
Grew up blind, didn’t see it unfold,
Lost in the dark, left out in the cold.
This story’s a wreck, no redemption in sight,
Junk block soul, still fightin’ the fight.  
[Chorus: Country Rock/Metal - louder, more intense Drums pound, vocals hit a higher register]
Junk block kid, left behind in the dust,
Heart full of rust, dreams turn to crust.
Feelin’ the weight, it’s a crushin’ overload,
But I’m still walkin’ down this lonesome road.  
[Bridge: Nu-Metal - screamed vocals, chaotic instrumentation Breakdown riff, palm-muted chugs, raw screams]
DEEP DOWN! Past the muscle, past the bone!
SPINAL CORD! Rippin’ through my soul’s own!
NO LOVE! No light, no place to call home!
JUNK BLOCK! I’m forever alone!
[Pause, silence for 3 seconds, then explode back]
I’M STILL HERE! Still fightin’ the pain!
No glory, no story, just blood in the rain!  
[Outro: Country Rock - slow, melancholic Soft banjo, acoustic guitar, fading vocals]
Junk block kid, story ends in a sigh,
No reason to live, but too stubborn to die.
Walkin’ this road, where the shadows don’t bend,
Just a lonesome ol’ soul… ‘til the bitterest end

Raw trap metal. Glitchy 808s and brutal guitars meet vocals that switch from aggressive rap to raw screams.