[Intro](The track opens with a stark, rhythmic ticking. A heavy acoustic slap-bass locks into a slow, infectious, syncopated funk groove. A dusty acoustic guitar plucks a low, bluesy riff.)GrizzlyJones (Deep, close-mic rasp): Cold floor. Clock strikes.Ezra (Softly echoing): Old year...GrizzlyJones: Flatline.(Ear candy: A sharp, vinyl scratch cuts the air. A fat, thumping funk-rap drum beat drops hard, driving the groove forward.)[Verse 1](The beat is incredibly bouncy—heavy rap drums mixed with a swampy, live-sounding funk bassline. Grizzly delivers a sharp, rhythmic rap flow.)GrizzlyJones:My body dead... dust to bone.Left that weight on a headstone.Empty shell on the ground,But my spirit heard the sound.Ezra (Vocal ad-lib): Yeah, it heard it.GrizzlyJones:(Flow tightens, pocket gets deeper)No more rotting in the cellar of regret,Paying off a debt that was already met.Breaking out the coffin, snapping off the wood,Standing in the place where the ancestors stood.[Pre-Chorus](The funk bass turns into a smooth, sliding groove. A haunting, dark folk acoustic guitar starts fingerpicking rapidly in the background, building a eerie, cinematic tension.)GrizzlyJones (Melodic rap cadence):I was crawling through the shadows,Breath so shallow, eyes on stone.Ezra (High, ethereal harmony):Now a whisper cuts the black out...GrizzlyJones / Ezra (In unison):Says "you’re never, never alone."(The drums do a rapid, funk-style snare roll—)[Chorus](MASSIVE DROP. The funk groove goes wide stereo. Heavy, distorted funk-bass slap layers over a driving hip-hop beat. A bluesy, screaming acoustic slide-guitar adds ear candy between lines.)GrizzlyJones (Cranked loud, doubled lines):DUST TO BONE, I’m not my grave!I feel a fire in the dark you gave!Divine calling pulling me higher,Through the smoke, through the wire!Ezra (Bright, gospel-style pop topline overlay):Dust to bone, I shed my skin!You break me open just to pull me in!GrizzlyJones:Harness this holy connection, Lord!GrizzlyJones / Ezra (Shouting in unison):New year, new heart, rebornGrizzlyJones:Old sins flicker like failing lights,I walk out of a thousand nights.Every fear I used to hide,Falls like ash from my hands tonight.(Ear candy: A subtle, rhythmic jaw-harp twangs on the backbeat.)GrizzlyJones:Left the plastic promises out on the porch,Turned the old wreckage right into a torch.Stepping through the valley with a rhythm in my stride,Ain't no ghost living where the spirit resides.[Pre-Chorus](The drums pull back to just a heavy, clapping funk-thump. The dark folk acoustic guitar fingerpicking returns, weaving around the vocals.)GrizzlyJones:I was dancing with the echo,Of every failure I used to own.Ezra (Warm, clean harmony):Then Your voice cut through the feedback...GrizzlyJones / Ezra (In unison):Said "come home, child, come home."
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