rap, Moody boom-bap drums and warm sub-bass, with a dusty piano loop and distant vocal chops. Verses build from close-mic, confessional rap into a bigger, layered hook. Second half adds subtle synth pads and ad-libs for lift. Focus the mix on clear, articulate vocals and sharp snares, leaving room for echo throws on key end words.
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rap, Moody boom-bap drums and warm sub-bass, with a dusty piano loop and distant vocal chops. Verses build from close-mic, confessional rap into a bigger, layered hook. Second half adds subtle synth pads and ad-libs for lift. Focus the mix on clear, articulate vocals and sharp snares, leaving room for echo throws on key end words.
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Prompt:
[Intro] Left side Right side Past me New life [Verse 1] Got a shoebox full of summers I survived Cheap food, late fees, barely staying alive Mama praying over bills in the dim blue light I was counting every coin, every wrong, every slight Old friends breathing smoke at the bus stop bench Talking big, stuck small, same block, same stench Part of me still there, on that cracked concrete Hoodie up, jaw tight, steel toes on my feet Other part in a mirror with a clean white sink Fresh fade, clean teeth, taking time just to think Calendar full now, not just court dates Gym bag, notebooks, early alarms, clean plates Two phones buzzing like they beefing on my lap One for the grind, one tied to the trap I scroll futures, they text "you forgot us" Same last name but a whole new promise [Chorus] I'm stuck between two halves of my life One hand holding hope, one hand on a knife Pulled by the past and the plans I write Who wins when I’m split in two each night Two halves, one heart, in a long fistfight Two halves, one heart, in a long fistfight [Verse 2] [low vocal register] On the left is the kid who don't trust no face Eyes cold, quick temper, always braced for the chase He say, "We need anger just to get out the bed" He say, "If you stop swinging, then you already dead" On the right is the man writing goals on the glass Meal prep, deep breath, let the grudges go past He say, "We need patience just to get through the storm" He say, "We ain't broke, we just switching the form" [whispered vocals] They argue in my chest while I ride this train Old hood out the window like a picture in a frame New job on my phone talk numbers, benefits But my cousin just called, talking chains and indictments How I tell him “I changed” when we shared same hunger Same thunder when the landlord pulled our covers I feel fake when I speak that “you can make it” speech But I’m proof and I’m scarred and I’m still in reach [Chorus] [Bridge] I ain't choosing a side I’m stitching up the seam Let the pain be the engine Let the peace steer the dream If I bury where I’m from Then the wins feel hollow If I stay locked there Then the wins can’t follow So I walk with my shadow in the broad daylight Let the old me talk, but the new me drive [Chorus]