rap, Moody, cinematic hip-hop: slow, heavy 808 groove under a looping, dusty piano motif and wide, reflective synth pads; male vocals in an intimate, close-mic tone. Verses stay sparse, almost whispered, building into a lifted, chantable hook with stacked harmonies and subtle vocal doubles. Reverb tails on the piano and pads create a tunnel-like space, while the drums stay upfront and chesty for emotional impact., hip-hop, soulful, slow
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rap, Moody, cinematic hip-hop: slow, heavy 808 groove under a looping, dusty piano motif and wide, reflective synth pads; male vocals in an intimate, close-mic tone. Verses stay sparse, almost whispered, building into a lifted, chantable hook with stacked harmonies and subtle vocal doubles. Reverb tails on the piano and pads create a tunnel-like space, while the drums stay upfront and chesty for emotional impact., hip-hop, soulful, slow
3:27
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Prompt:
[Intro] Same corner Same cold wind Same name buzzing Same old sin [Verse 1] Got my first pack in a lunchbox Mama thought I finally packed food I was feeding all my hunger with a quick knot Trading every little piece of my youth Late nights, fast cash in a backpack Gunshots echo like a bad track Every siren like a flashback Praying my brothers make it back intact Graffiti on the brick said "live fast" Underneath, someone wrote "die last" We was aiming for the sky past Roofs we was running, hearts beating that fast [Chorus] I’m walking away from the block now Concrete steps, but I’m up now Got scars in my chest like a roadmap Every wrong turn showing me the way out I’m leaving that life in the rearview (rearview) Got ghosts in the smoke, but I see through If the streets ever ask, tell ’em I grew I ain’t running from the pain, I’m just pushing through [Verse 2] Judge said my name like a death toll Public defender with the dead soul stare Cousin took the charge, never came home Now his daughter only knows him from a framed old glare Had a shoebox safe in the floorboards Had a new Glock tucked by the front door Had a dream ’bout tour dates, uproar Woke up to my neighbor yelling "duck, get the kids on the floor" I was sixteen, counting dirty in a clean room Thinking I was shining, really living in a dim gloom Friends turning memories, murals on the brick wall How many more names till the paint can’t drip at all [Chorus] I’m walking away from the block now Concrete steps, but I’m up now Got scars in my chest like a roadmap Every wrong turn showing me the way out I’m leaving that life in the rearview (rearview) Got ghosts in the smoke, but I see through If the streets ever ask, tell ’em I grew I ain’t running from the pain, I’m just pushing through [Bridge] Will they still love me if I change? If I trade late nights for a stage? If I write every wound on a page? If I don’t come back the same? Told my little bro, "You can choose light" Told myself, "You ain’t built just for fight" Dreams bigger than a corner and a night shift Bigger than a rep and a tight fist (yeah) [Chorus] I’m walking away from the block now Concrete steps, but I’m up now Got scars in my chest like a roadmap Every wrong turn showing me the way out I’m leaving that life in the rearview (rearview) Got ghosts in the smoke, but I see through If the streets ever ask, tell ’em I grew I ain’t running from the pain, I’m just pushing through