Quicksand

🎶 Quicksand

Hook (Melodic / Pain Soul)

I was sinkin’ deep, felt the world in my hands,

But I fought through the storm, got up out the quicksand.

Tried to pull me down, still I rise where I stand,

Turned the struggle to a blessing, now I walk on the land.

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Verse 1 (Survival / Chicago Pain)

Came up broke, nights cold, couldn’t trust the streets,

Every corner had a story, every block had heat.

Lost homies to the gun smoke, angels to the sky,

Still I kept movin’ forward, askin’ God “why?”

Mama workin’ doubles just to keep us fed,

Every prayer that she prayed kept a crown on my head.

So I grind with the vision, never fold, never ran,

Even when I felt stuck, buried deep in the sand.

Hook

I was sinkin’ deep, felt the world in my hands,

But I fought through the storm, got up out the quicksand.

Tried to pull me down, still I rise where I stand,

Turned the struggle to a blessing, now I walk on the land.

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Verse 2 (Street Bounce / Testimony)

They said I’d never make it, but I proved ’em wrong,

Every pain in my chest turned into a song.

Had to hustle with the faith, had to suffer long,

But the fire in my soul always kept me strong.

From the Chi to the world, yeah, the scars still show,

But the seed in the dirt was designed to grow.

Tried to drown me in the past, but the truth gon’ stand,

I’m alive, I’m redeemed, pulled up from the sand.

Hook

I was sinkin’ deep, felt the world in my hands,

But I fought through the storm, got up out the quicksand.

Tried to pull me down, still I rise where I stand,

Turned the struggle to a blessing, now I walk on the land.

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Verse 3 (Triumph / Global Anthem)

Now the choirs sing louder, the streets gon’ cheer,

From the shadows of the pain to the front lines here.

What was heavy on my shoulders disappeared this year,

I’m the proof that the faith make the vision clear.

Tell the youth don’t quit when the waves too high,

Tell the mothers keep prayin’, every tear still fly.

’Cause the same ones tried to bury who I am,

Gon’ watch me stand tall, walkin’ free from the sand.

Hook (Final / Choir Layer)

I was sinkin’ deep, felt the world in my hands,

But I fought through the storm, got up out the quicksand.

Tried to pull me down, still I rise where I stand,

Turned the struggle to a blessing, now I walk on the land.