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🌑 Intro — Jacob Banks (Soul / Choir Pads)
(Mmm… ohhh… yeah…)
I been runnin’ from a story I ain’t choose…
Shadows hunt you quicker when the block got nothin’ left to lose…
They call me dangerous ’cause the truth don’t fit they script…
But how am I the villain
when the heroes took more lives than my words ever did?
(yeah… mmm…)
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🔥 Verse 1 — Jacob Banks (Soul + Pain + Concrete Imagery)
I lost someone early, long before I knew what broken meant,
Life did the molding — every scar became its own cement.
Concrete raised me colder than any love I didn’t get—
Steel in my bones,
smoke in my lungs,
echoes in the silhouette.
I ain’t choose this road—
the road chose me and dared me not to fold.
People fear your truth
when your truth ain’t easily controlled.
Tell me—
How they call me wicked for speakin’ what they hid,
when they heroes left more bodies in these streets
than my whole block ever did?
How I’m the villain
when I only lived the life they never lived?
(ohh… mmm…)
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🐾 Hyena Ascension — Jacob Banks (Slow Build Into Choir)
From cracks in the pavement I climbed,
from hurt I forged a spine.
Turned myself into a creature
they could never redefine.
Could’ve tried to be a wolf —
but wolves too easy to manipulate.
They follow sounds and shadows,
I learned to think,
to calculate.
Hyena in my heartbeat,
laughin’ through the chaos they created.
I survived what should’ve broke me,
so the world called me “tainted.”
But listen…
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🎶 HEAVY CHOIR BREAK — “I’M NOT PERFECT”
(FULL layered voices, dramatic, echoing like a church shaking)
Choir:
I’m not perfect…
I’m not perfect… ohhhh… I’m not perfect…
Jacob Banks (over choir):
I’m not holy,
I’m not clean,
I’m just molded by the places I’ve been.
Choir (louder):
I’m not perfect… I’m not perfect…
Jacob Banks:
But if imperfection made me free,
then let the world see every piece of me…
Choir (final swell):
Not perfect… but still breathing…
Not perfect… but still healing…
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🚬 Verse 2 — Chevy Woods (Pittsburgh Pain)
Yeah…
Streetlights flicker like broken memories I can’t erase,
Tryna leave the hood but every corner still remember my face.
Homie caught charges just tryin’ to feed who he raised,
Judge pointin’ fingers while his own blood dirtier in different ways.
They tell us “move on,”
but moving on ain’t the same when the pain stay home.
Tell us “be better,”
but better don’t matter when the system never throws a bone.
Call me villain? For what?
For speakin’ truths they scared to say?
For showin’ how their heroes left
more bodies chalked than my crew ever gave?
I’m flawed,
I’m human,
I’m scarred —
but I ain’t evil, don’t confuse it.
I ain’t perfect either,
but perfection ain’t what got me through this.
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🎵 Final Hook — Jacob Banks (Heavy Choir Behind Him)
So tell me—
How am I the villain
when the heroes took more lives than my words ever did?
How you call me broken
when the broken ones taught me how to live?
I walked out the concrete with bruises,
but the bruises never
SoviSilentHyena
