(Intro – Joyner Lucas style, raw and reflective, almost spoken word)
Verse 1:
Liquor and livin’—same burn, same lie.
Both taste sweet ‘til they rot you inside.
One come in bottles, the other in bills,
Both leave you numb when you run from the hills.
My uncle drank truth, my cousin sold pain,
And I was just caught in the cycle again.
They tellin' me, "Heal," but I still smell the smoke—
From dreams that got lynched on the end of a rope.
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(Hook – Bryce Savage style, smooth pain with an 808 undercurrent)
Hook:
I get high off the hurt, pray in the dark,
Mama raised lions, not boys with no heart.
Life pourin’ shots I ain’t even ask for,
Sippin’ on rage while I sleep on the floor.
Yeah, I’m drunk off livin’, lean in the fight,
Poppin’ my trauma to get through the night.
If heaven got room for a kid from the block,
Then pour up a prayer and twist off the top.
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(Verse 2 – melodic trap-soul, pain with pride)
Verse 2:
Auntie said church can’t fix what we carry,
Pops did his best but the streets still married me.
Hood taught lessons that school ain’t ever,
Like how to dodge death in a cold November.
I walk with a limp but my spirit intact,
You can't label me broken, I lived through that.
System ain't built for my Black skin to breathe,
So I pour out the pain on these West Side beats.
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(Bridge – Jacob Banks style, deep soul, choral undertones, like spiritual warfare)
Bridge:
Ohhh, baptized in the flame,
Every scar got a name.
I done prayed to a sky that forgot my face,
But my heart still beat like a 808.
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(Final Hook – layered with gospel choir + trap elements)
Hook (repeat):
I get high off the hurt, pray in the dark,
Mama raised lions, not boys with no heart.
Life pourin’ shots I ain’t even ask for,
Sippin’ on rage while I sleep on the floor.
Yeah, I’m drunk off livin’, lean in the fight,
Poppin’ my trauma to get through the night.
If heaven got room for a kid from the block,
Then pour up a prayer and twist off the top.
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