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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Up at dawn
Coffee cold
Keys on the counter
Phone on hold
Steel-toe boots
Stomp that floor
Punch in, clock clicks
Same old door
But this ain’t retail
This is chrome and scars
Oil-stained Bible
Under hanging bars
Sold my sleep
For the sound of chains
Every drain pan gospel
Washing off pain
[Chorus]
Blessed in the back of the bay
Grease under my nails like grace
Thought I’d die in a dead-end town
Now the loudest prayers shake the ground
Dream come true
In a stained blue shirt
Every busted bolt
Every burned hand hurt
But I thank my luck
Every time it spins
I was lost outside
Now the roaring lives within
[Verse 2]
Service lane full
Of the broken and brave
Mileage on the dash
Stories in the waves
You hear that tick?
Yeah, I hear that fear
Folks bring ghosts
We bring ‘em here
Torque that past
Till the threads run true
Your old man’s bike
Gets a second view
Cracked black knuckles
Wiping down that frame
Name tag crooked
But they know my name
[Chorus]
Blessed in the back of the bay
Grease under my nails like grace
Thought I’d die in a dead-end town
Now the loudest prayers shake the ground
Dream come true
In a stained blue shirt
Every busted bolt
Every burned hand hurt
But I thank my luck
Every time it spins
I was lost outside
Now the roaring lives within
[Bridge]
Yeah, they said “get real”
“Find a safer plan” (ha)
But I found my church
In the service stand
Rats in the rafters
Rain in the crack
Still I walk in grinning
‘Cause I got my pack
Dark days, deep doubts
Nearly walked away
Then a kid saw sparks
Said “I want this someday”
[Chorus]
Blessed in the back of the bay
Grease under my nails like grace
Thought I’d die in a dead-end town
Now the loudest prayers shake the ground
Dream come true
In a stained blue shirt
Every busted bolt
Every burned hand hurt
But I thank my luck
Every time it spins
I was lost outside
Now the roaring lives within
[Outro]
Clock hits out
But I stay a bit
Hands on steel
Just letting it sit
This ain’t a job
This saved my soul
Dark ride, hard life
But it made me whole
Details
GeneratedApr 16, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark a cappella rap with male vocals, aggressive beatboxing and throat percussion for the groove. Verses feel like whispered confessions in a narrow hallway, then explode into shouted gang-style hooks. Gritty stacked harmonies on the chorus, touches of metal-style fry screams on key words, punk chant energy on the outro. Roomy reverb for a warehouse feel, tight doubles on the rap for weight., punk, a cappella, rock, metal, alternative rock
Credits
Prompt by
GrizzlyJones
GrizzlyJonesModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dark a cappella rap song about getting to work on motorcycles at Harley Davidson in the service department was such a blessing dream come true, rock, punk, metal, alternative rock
