This is Trap Soul

I ain’t tryin’ to chase charts,

I’m just tryna chase healing…”

“They told me pain don’t make hits—

But I ain’t write this for them anyway.”

This right here?

This is Trap Soul.

I ain’t grow up on no fairytales,

Just food stamps and hand-me-downs,

Mama prayed while daddy bailed,

Pain hit early—I write it down.

Didn’t need no label to define me,

Just beats and a mic beside me,

This ain’t rap, this therapy,

And every track’s a part of me.

I mixed the pain with 808s,

Truth with melody and rage,

I ain’t just singin’ for the charts,

I’m bleeding poems on the page

This is Trap Soul, not for fame,

It’s for the ones who feel the same.

When you cry in silence, grind in pain,

But still stand tall in the hurricane.

It’s pain with purpose, heart with scars,

Lyrics heavy, but we shoot for stars.

Ain’t just music, it’s how I cope—

These ain’t just bars, they’re my hope.

I ain’t invent soul, I ain’t invent trap,

But I stitched my story right into that gap.

Gave voice to the ones with no applause,

Who heal in the dark, who break with a cause.

No filters, no flexin’, no fake façade,

Just real ones speakin’ straight to God.

From “Father’s Day” to “Wounds That Bloom,”

My verses clean wounds like a hospital room.

I ain’t chasin’ streams, I’m buildin’ streams,

For the ones still chasin’ dreams.

This for the kid with the silent screams—

Trap Soul’s more than it seems.

It ain’t about plaques.

It’s about peace.

About findin’ yourself in the pieces you leave

on the mic every night…

This is for the ones who got nothin’ left

but still write.

This is Trap Soul, not for fame,

It’s for the ones who feel the same.

When you cry in silence, grind in pain,

But still stand tall in the hurricane.

It’s pain with purpose, heart with scars,

Lyrics heavy, but we shoot for stars.

Ain’t just music, it’s how I cope—

These ain’t just bars, they’re my hope.

“I ain’t tryin’ to chase charts,

I’m just tryna chase healing…”

Don’t let the silence fool you.

This is Trap Soul