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Lyrics
[Verse]
Living ja life, it's a juggling act,
Bread cost more, got me stepping back.
Plantains high, can’t fry my stack,
Pocket so thin, they slipping through the cracks.
Tourists love the sun, the sand, the rum,
Meanwhile, my rent rise, can't afford my drum.
Gas price hike, every pump feels numb,
Groceries a gamble, no jackpot come.
[Chorus]
Inflation nation, pockets on fire,
Dreams feel distant, stuck in the mire.
Living this life, it's rough, it's tough,
But we grind, we rise, that's more than enough.
[Verse 2]
Dollar weak, but my spirit flex strong,
Work three gigs just to string along.
Bills stack high, singing sorrow's song,
Hustle on repeat, nights feel so long.
Tourists sip cocktails, toes in the sand,
While I count coins, got no big plans.
Landlord knocking, papers in hand,
But I’m still plotting, future's in demand.
[Chorus]
Inflation nation, pockets on fire,
Dreams feel distant, stuck in the mire.
Living this life, it's rough, it's tough,
But we grind, we rise, that's more than enough.
Details
GeneratedJul 10, 2025
Duration1:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
hip-hop, bass-heavy, rap, gritty, minimal instrumentation with a focus on sharp percussion and moody synths
Credits
Prompt by
Harmonycedric
HarmonycedricModelAria v4
Prompt
Living ja life is ruff living in ja life is tuff when the tourist come they say if fabulous sandy beach sunshine they love so much rap about inflation it’s ridiculous can’t stop rap until I reach top
