Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – Faint Wind / Distant Traffic] Yeah… Cold nights… No address… just regrets… ⸻ [Verse 1] Concrete pillow, cardboard bed City lights flicker over my head Backpack full of everything left Couple dirty shirts and a head full of stress Used to have keys, used to have pride Now I just got demons I can’t outrun inside Meth in my veins make the hunger go mute Heroin hush when the pain too acute Cocaine nights when I don’t wanna sleep Pills slow the thoughts that get too deep Bottle my therapist, cheap relief But the morning come back with doubled grief I see my reflection in a store front glass Sunken eyes, ghost from my past Tell myself, “Just one more hit” Same lie every time I slip ⸻ [Hook – Melodic, Painful] I’m fighting for my life on a sidewalk street Trying to stay clean while the devil don’t sleep Every craving whisper soft and sweet But freedom ain’t cheap… freedom ain’t cheap I’m fighting for my soul in the pouring rain Trying to wash off all this shame One day strong, next day weak But I’m still on my feet… I’m still on my feet ⸻ [Verse 2] Cold sweats shaking through my bones Detox demons calling my phone “Just one taste, you’ll feel okay” That’s what they said yesterday I watched friends fade into the ground Overdosed, no one around Sirens sing that lullaby Another mother asking “why?” I ain’t proud of the things I done Bridges burned till I had none Stole from love, lied to blood Turned trust into dust and mud But somewhere deep under all this dirt A little voice say, “You still got worth.” Even when I’m at my worst Even when the cravings burst ⸻ [Bridge – Stripped, Vulnerable] I remember who I used to be Before the pipes, before the needles Before the powder owned my dreams Before I traded hope for evil I don’t want this cycle no more Don’t want to wake up on this floor I want my name to mean something Not another chalk outline story ⸻ [Verse 3 – Determined, Rising Energy] Thirty days clean feel like war Thirty-one knocking at the door Every hour like a test I take But every sunrise prove I don’t break Hands still shake but I don’t fold Learning how to feel the cold Without a chemical disguise Without the artificial highs They say recovery ain’t straight It zig-zag through love and hate But every step away from that line Is one step closer to being mine I ain’t just a fiend, I ain’t just a stain I’m a man rebuilding from pain Homeless don’t mean hopeless soul I’m more than the drugs that stole control ⸻ [Final Hook – Stronger] I’m fighting for my life on a sidewalk street Trying to stay clean while the devil don’t sleep Every craving whisper soft and sweet But freedom ain’t cheap… freedom ain’t cheap I’m fighting for my soul in the pouring rain Trying to outgrow all this pain Might fall down but I won’t stay weak I’m still on my feet… I’m still on my feet ⸻ [Outro – Quiet] Concrete pillow… But I’m still breathing. And that’s a start.
Tags
Dark gritty trap, raw male vocal, haunting piano, heavy 808s, slow tempo, emotional delivery, cinematic street vibe
Duration
3:37
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026