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.
Style
hip hopraw boom bapmale vocals for hooklayered with soulful vocal samples90s-inspiredrapmale vocals
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
Credits
Prompt by
MatloC
MatloCGeneratedAug 26, 2025
ModelAria v4
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