Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold air Concrete breath on my lungs Deadline Ticking loud on my tongue Whole block Wearing doubt like a chain I was Carving doors in the grain Chipped teeth On the words that they threw Sharp looks Tried to cut me in two Same room But I’m seeing a throne Same weight But I’m lifting alone [Pre-Chorus] (I remember) Sleeping in a coat in the summer Praying for a crack in the thunder Hands up to a ceiling that never fell (Still here, still here) Every little tremor was training All that little shaking and straining Hammered all the weakness into steel [Chorus] Crown made of pressure I don’t bend, I don’t fold (hey!) Hands to the sky ’Cause we came from the cold Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Crown made of pressure Every scar turned to gold If you ride, if you ride Let it echo in your soul Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Say it We don’t break, we don’t break [Verse 2] Fast life Heart still keeping the count Long night Turned my fear into sound Bare hands On a world made of glass One slip Could’ve shattered my path Two phones But I answer to one My name When they mention the run Old doubts Try to drag me below New me Got a grip on the rope [Pre-Chorus] (I remember) Rain on the inside, flooding Shaking while the landlord’s buzzing Face lit by a red past-due email (Still here, still here) All the little losses were diamonds Buried in the dark, still shining Now they gotta see what pressure built [Chorus] Crown made of pressure I don’t bend, I don’t fold (hey!) Hands to the sky ’Cause we came from the cold Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Crown made of pressure Every scar turned to gold If you ride, if you ride Let it echo in your soul Say it We don’t break, we don’t break (we don’t break) Say it We don’t break, we don’t break
Tags
rap, Cinematic trap at 156 BPM with hard orchestral stabs, sub-heavy bass, and sparse minor-key piano. Male vocals spitting rapid triplet flows on the main groove, dropping into moody half-time sections. Choir-backed pre-chorus that swells into a huge, wide chorus with gang chants, octave lead hook, and layered shouts pushing the energy over the top., orchestral, rapid
Duration
3:12
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026