[Intro – spoken] They call it rare. They call it sudden. Your body calls it now. [Verse 1 ] It starts like pressure, not pain at first, Like something tearing the wrong direction. Chest splits open, fire in my back, Breath cuts short body screaming intervention. Blood where it shouldn’t be, walls giving way, Heart pumping panic through compromised veins. One moment normal, next moment fight, No warning label, no gentle decline. Vision blurs, cold sweat, legs go weak, Pain radiates where words can’t reach. They say “heart attack” no, different beast, This isn’t blockage, this is release. [Pre-Chorus ] Aorta tearing, layers divide, Pressure finds cracks it was never meant to inside. Time starts shrinking, margins thin, Every second decides if I stay or I’m done. [Chorus ] My body broke where it carried my life, A vessel designed to protect me inside. They cut me open so blood could behave, Held my heart together while I learned how to stay. Survival isn’t heroic, it’s procedural and real, It’s learning your body can turn against itself. This is what “alive” looks like after the bleed Living carefully, between beats. [Verse 2 ] They say genetics, pressure too high, Connective tissue stretched till it lies. Years of silent strain, unnoticed stress, One weak wall finally failing the test. They reroute blood, replace what they can, Synthetic parts where nature once ran. You wake up alive but something’s changed, Every heartbeat now feels pre-arranged. Medication mornings, restrictions at night, “No heavy lifting, don’t spike your fight.” Your future rewritten in heart-rate zones, You don’t live reckless you live informed. [Fast Rap ] Acute onset, tearing pain, sudden collapse Radiates back, blood pressure cracks False lumen forming, flow misdirected Seconds matter, outcome selected Emergency OR, bypass on standby Hypothermic pauses, body in decline They stop your heart so it can survive Restart your life under surgeon’s light Three times cut, three times repaired High risk living, constant care I don’t flex survival, I monitor signs I don’t cheat time I respect my spine [Bridge] I didn’t beat death. I interrupted it. Now I live differently. [Final Chorus ] My body failed where it carried my breath, But it still carries me forward with depth. I don’t chase ease, I don’t tempt fate, I honor the limits that helped me stay. This isn’t fear, it’s awareness refined, Every calm moment medically designed. I’m not broken I’m altered, I’ve learned how to be Alive on purpose, between beats. [Outro] Aortic dissection doesn’t end after surgery. It moves in with you. And you learn how to live together.

Alive( Aortic Dissection)