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Lyrics
[Verse]
Young boy, suitcase stuffed with the pain,
Life packed in a duffel, chasing trains in the rain.
Mom’s hopes broke like mirrors in the hall,
Step pops fists flew, shadow boxing the walls.
I learned to duck quick, words cut slick,
Hunger in my stomach, dreams built brick by brick.
Every move a gamble, dice in the wind,
City lights blurred, no map to begin.
[Prechorus]
But I grew from the cracks in the pavement,
Roots in the rubble, found a way to save it.
[Chorus]
Voices in the wind, they call my name,
Echo through the night, can't drown my flame.
I rise, I fall, but I stand again,
Concrete roots, I’ll never bend.
[Verse 2]
Cardboard castles in the corners of my mind,
Blueprints sketched where the sun don’t shine.
Ran from the fists, but the scars still linger,
Turned the mic to a weapon, words my trigger.
Abuse tried to mute me, but I found the chords,
Writing freedom on the back of broken boards.
Each city a chapter, each bruise a page,
Telling my story, breaking out the cage.
[Prechorus]
I grew from the cracks in the pavement,
Roots in the rubble, found a way to save it.
[Chorus]
Voices in the wind, they call my name,
Echo through the night, can't drown my flame.
I rise, I fall, but I stand again,
Concrete roots, I’ll never bend.
Details
GeneratedAug 26, 2025
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
hip hop, raw boom bap, male vocals for hook, layered with soulful vocal samples, 90s-inspired, rap, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
MatloC
MatloCModelAria v4
Prompt
A 90s style lyricists explanation of how he as a young man survived abusive step fathers and constant relocating, rap, hip hop chorus of voices on the hook artist switches to almost singing male voice
