Lyrics
[Intro]
Sun’s not up
Alarm still rings
Coffee on fumes
But the phone keeps bling—
[Verse 1]
Lunches in a row on the counter
Names on each lid so I don’t get confused
Kiss my boy on the forehead, “I’m proud of ya”
Even when the rent’s late, I refuse to lose
Hands cracked up from the overtime
Clock hits out but I’m still on in my mind
Traffic on the way to job number two
Staring at the red lights, thinking of you
You drawing hearts in the fog on the window
Homework spread out, baby, crayon on the pillow
I keep your photo in my work coat, folded
Little fingerprints on it, edges all broken
[Chorus]
[low male + female vocals together]
Brick by brick, we build this life (we build this life)
Even when the rain cuts cold like a knife
I got you, you got me, we’ll be fine (we’ll be fine)
Kids in the back and our hands intertwined
Brick by brick, through the struggle and the doubt
Love’s that light when the power goes out
We ain’t rich but we still got shine
’Cause you’re my home and these kids are my spine
[Verse 2]
Bills on the table like a card game stacked
Letters in red but I’m reading past that
I see my girl at the sink, hair tied back
Singing off-key, but that’s my soundtrack
We trade shifts, trade shoes, trade dreams
You sleep in the car for a hour between
You say, “One day, babe, we gon’ breathe”
I say, “One day’s coming, just believe”
Our little one asks why I work so late
I kneel down, look him dead in the face
“Every heavy box that I lift today
Is so you can put your backpack down someday”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[soft female vocal, echo on tails]
One more step, even when our feet hurt
One more hug when we come home from the dirt
If all we own is the sweat in our shirts
Then we still own a piece of this earth
[male vocal joins, call-and-response]
You say, “Will it always be this hard?”
I say, “Look, love, just look where we are”
Empty pockets, but a crowded heart
Every small start still a start
[Chorus]
Style
rapwarm cinematic rap over rolling piano and deepround bass. male vocals carry grounded storytelling in the versestight pocketlight swing on the drums. chorus opens up with female vocals in wide harmoniesbigger chordsand airy padslifting from grit to hope. subtle strings swell into the last hook; final bar drops back to just piano and breath for a reflective fade.male vocals
Prompt
Main male voice with a womens in the chorus ,Rap, piano.
daily struggle, children, hard work, love, family.
Credits
Prompt byOrchestralTrack25
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
ModelAria v5
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