Empty With A Full Plate

(Opening: Vinyl crackle + detuned piano)

(Soft choir pad rising)

Verse 1 (Introspective)

Cardboard nights under broken lights

Cold air cutting like it know my life

Shopping cart dreams and a coat too thin

Made a vow to survive, not fold within

Now I got heat when December freeze

Fridge full meals but my chest still bleed

Every time I love, I attend a wake

Feels like death take everything I embrace

Plate full food but I barely taste

Got a roof overhead, still feel displaced

Prayed for better days, they came with loss

Every blessing feel like it cost

(808 enters)

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Hook (Full drums hit)

I got a roof over my head

Food in my stomach, grief in my bed

From the bottom of the barrel I rose

But death still knocking at my door

I’m fighting peace inside my brain

Trying not to carry the blame

Every time I heal, something gone

Tell me why surviving feel wrong

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Verse 2 (Technical flow)

(Hi-hats double-time)

Statistics said I wouldn’t breathe

System pressure underneath

Sleeping in stairwells, cold cement

Now I pay rent but feel spent

Friends in coffins, family graves

Lost my dog, that pain don’t fade

Used to hear paws run down the hall

Now silence louder than it all

Survivor’s guilt in my rib cage

Every success feel misplaced

If I called more, if I stayed

Maybe things would’ve changed

Therapist say it ain’t my fault

But my mind still build that vault

Trying to separate fate from me

Trying to let that weight be free

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Verse 3 (Raw, gritty)

(Beat strips to 808 first 4 bars)

I done slept with rats, now sleep with regret

Got success in my hands but don’t feel blessed

I ain’t scared of dying myself

I’m scared of losing somebody else

Every hug feel like goodbye

Every sunrise feel like why

But I’m still here, still breathing

Still fighting what I’m feeling

Came from mud, remember the taste

Now I wash my hands, can’t wash fate

Trying to forgive what I couldn’t save

Trying to stand tall at every grave

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Final Hook (Bigger energy)

(Orchestral hits accent downbeats)

I got a roof over my head

Food in my stomach, grief in my bed

From the bottom of the barrel I rose

But death still knocking at my door

I’m fighting peace inside my brain

Trying not to carry the blame

Every time I heal, something gone

Still I survive, still move on

(Outro: Piano fades alone)