

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Phone buzz Blood jumps Jaw tight Fists close That old hot river Risin' up Runnin' my throat I see red in an instant I see deals goin' cold One word I lose years One breath I stay gold [Chorus] It’s the space in between Where I hold my ground Not the first hot spark But the fire I allow Yeah Reaction is a reflex Response is a choice I make It’s the space in between That’s my safe place [Verse 2] Grew up on quick talk Back porch Big noise Men spent their tempers Like they was pocket change toys Now I count that heartbeat Like I count my pay Let that flash run through me Then I move my own way [Chorus] It’s the space in between Where I hold my ground Not the first hot spark But the fire I allow Yeah Reaction wants to wreck it Response wants to build it straight It’s the space in between That’s my safe place [Bridge] I don’t jump for every shadow (nah) I don’t dance for every doubt I just sit in that silence Till the storm wears out If it don’t serve the mission I let that thunder pass Turn that heat to vision Turn that pain to cash (oh yeah) [Chorus] It’s the space in between Where I hold my ground Not the first hot spark But the fire I allow Yeah Reaction is a reflex Response is a road I pave It’s the space in between That’s my safe place It’s the space in between That’s where I get paid
Tags
rock, Swampy, overdriven bayou blues-rock with male vocals; dry, raspy lead over a grimy slide guitar riff and loose-pocket drums. Verses stay down in a murky, head-nod groove with palm-muted chugs and swampy organ pads. Chorus opens wider with gang shouts on the hook, fuzzed-out guitar answering the vocal. Bridge strips to kick, tambourine, and low guitar drone before a final, rowdy chorus., raw, blues-rock, funk
3:22
No
1/27/2026