On My Own Wave

[Verse 1]
Used to count coins in a cracked jar
Bills on the table, food in the backyard
Mama said “pray,” I said “work hard”
Both of us talking to the same stars
Same hoodie, three days, no flex
Hand-me-down kicks, creased toes, still blessed
Scrolling through wins that were never my text
Swore one day I’d make my own next
[Chorus]
I’ve been on my own wave, riding through the low tide (yeah)
Turned a little heartbreak to a whole gold mine (uh)
They ain’t see the grind, they just see the headline
They don’t know the dark room, only see the shine
I’ve been on my own wave, moving at my own time
Had to cut the dead weight just to let my soul climb
They can keep the small talk, I’ma keep a big mind
I’ve been on my own wave, I’ve been on my own time (on my own)
[Verse 2]
Used to want love from the ones who ain’t care
Now I want peace and a seat in this chair
Pen to the page, put the pain in the air
Turned “you won’t make it” to “how you get there?”
Fake friends fade when the funds get low
Real ones stay when the plans move slow
Now I toast water like it’s fine Merlot
‘Cause I came from a place where the hope said “go”
[Chorus]
I’ve been on my own wave, riding through the low tide (yeah)
Turned a little heartbreak to a whole gold mine (woah)
They ain’t see the grind, they just see the headline
They don’t know the dark room, only see the shine
I’ve been on my own wave, moving at my own time
Had to cut the dead weight just to let my soul climb (soul climb)
They can keep the small talk, I’ma keep a big mind
I’ve been on my own wave, I’ve been on my own time (on my own, on my own)

rap, Moody trap-rap with male vocals; sparse plucked keys and sub-heavy drums in the verses, hook explodes with wide synth pads and stacked ad-libs. Laid-back but confident flow, space for pockets and triplet runs. Subtle vocal doubles on key punchlines, final hook adds filtered backing chants for a lifted, anthemic feel.