Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Scuffed shoes on the hardwood floor Burned through rent for one more track Ink-stained teeth, laughing through hunger We don't bend, we don't crawl back No saint framed on the cracked wall Just a sky map drawn in pen Cosmos is our only patron Signs in the dust, we read them again [Chorus] Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown (our crown, our crown) [Verse 2] Blue notes bent till they almost break Sweat on the mic, halo of steam Trance in the eyes of the front-row kids Heads back, caught in the seam Rap in the breath between heartbeats Truth in the crack of the voice If it don't hurt, it don't heal us Art is the pain we choose as our choice [Chorus] Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown (our crown, our crown) [Bridge] Stand tall Even when the floor tilts sideways Stand tall Ink, ash, and hallway echoes Stand tall Blues, trance, rap in our veins Stand tall Every scar spelling out our names (hey!) [Chorus] Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown (our crown, our crown)
Tags
rap, Gritty cross-genre blend: live blues trio under trippy trance pulses and raw, old-school rap drums. Male vocals and a smoky hook sit over hypnotic bass; verses drop to half-time with spoken-word grit, then choruses swell into gospel-tinged gang vocals. Dirty tape saturation, roomy reverb on the snare, and a final chant that feels like a ritual., trance, soul, blues
Duration
3:16
Language
English
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026