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)

Cinematic Hip-Hop, Dark Trap, Conscious Rap, Emotional, Heavy Bass, Deep, male