Trailer Hood Chronicles

[Verse]
Born in the trailer hood, gravel roads and rusted steel,
Barefoot on the dirt, spinnin’ wheels, learnin' to deal.
Mama fried chicken while the TV static sang,
Pops sipped whiskey, the porch light barely hanged.
[Verse 2]
Found peace in the woods, icy green in my palm,
Sticky fingers rollin' wisdom, quiet nights felt calm.
Clouds danced in my head, broke the weight of the grind,
Trailer park Buddha, peace of mind I could find.
[Chorus]
Trailer dreams, under moonlit skies,
Good trees rollin', watch the stress vaporize.
Fists clenched tight but I learned to release,
Fight when you must, but grow in the peace.
[Verse 3]
Throwin’ hands by the tracks, knuckles bruised and sore,
Not every fight’s worth it, I learned to close the door.
Wisdom from the OGs, spittin’ tales from the yard,
Strength ain’t in your fists, it’s the way you play your cards.
[Bridge]
Felt the bassline thump, trailer walls vibrate,
Rappin’ out my struggle, pen and pad my escape.
Mic in my hand, let my story unfold,
Trailer hood tales, raw, uncut, bold.
[Verse 4]
Sticky greens turned lessons, floatin’ past the pain,
Every puff a story, in my lungs it remains.
Built my empire on gravel, no gold to be seen,
But the rhythm in my chest made the struggle feel clean.

bass-heavy, rap, male vocals, hip hop