Soulful Amapiano, South African Deep House, melancholic jazz piano, emotional male R&B vocals, heavy melodic log drum, atmospheric pads, deep bassline, 113 BPM, "Private School" Amapiano vibe.
3:54
Soulful Amapiano, South African Deep House, melancholic jazz piano, emotional male R&B vocals, heavy melodic log drum, atmospheric pads, deep bassline, 113 BPM, "Private School" Amapiano vibe.
4:14
Policy version: pending
Prompt:
Intro (Soft, jazzy Rhodes piano chords... the sound of a distant shaker) (Low-pitched male vocal, spoken softly) They tell us to be strong... They tell us to provide... But who holds the man when his world is shaking? Yeah... let’s take it deep. Verse 1 I pull up to the driveway, but I can’t go inside I’m sitting in the silence, nowhere left to hide The woman that I love feels like a stranger in the hall Every word we speak is just another brick inside the wall I’m trying to find the man I was before the fire started But I’m just a shell of him, feeling broken-hearted. Pre-Chorus My phone is ringing, but I’ve got no words to say The pressure’s mounting, and I’m drifting far away I’m holding on to shadows, I’m reaching for the light But I’m losing every battle in the middle of the night. Chorus (The Hook) I don't know how to function, I’m losing my mind I’m trying to move forward, but I’m falling behind I can’t even focus, my rhythm is gone A man is supposed to lead, but I’m barely holding on Yeah, I’m losing my way... I’m losing my way. The Drop (Log Drum Section) (The beat strips back... a high-pitched synth whistle... then the heavy, melodic log drum hits with a rhythmic "thud-thud") (Vocal ad-libs over the beat): "It’s heavy on my chest..." "Hao... it’s too much." "Listen to the soul of the drum." Verse 2 I’m standing at the office, staring at the screen But I’m thinking 'bout the arguments and everything between My brothers ask me "What's the move?", I tell 'em "I’m okay" But I’m drowning in the ocean of the things I cannot say It’s hard to be a king when your castle is in flames And you’re tired of the shouting and you’re tired of the games. Bridge (Music slows down to just the bass and a clap) Left foot, right foot... I’m forgetting how to walk. Heartbeat, heartbeat... I’m forgetting how to talk. Everything is blurry, everything is grey. I just need a moment... to find my way. Outro (Piano comes back in, very mellow) I don’t know how to function. I’m just a man... trying to breathe. Out of sync. Totally out of sync. (Fade out with a final, deep log drum hit)