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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Look
I ain’t tryna be your hero
I’m just tryna make it through tomorrow
[Verse 1]
Got the call on a weekday
Whole world stopped in the freeway
Doctor said it in a clean way
But my chest cracked open in a mean way
You was there when I scraped knees
Now I’m standin’ at your grave, screamin’ "breathe"
Rain hittin’ on the black suit sleeve
Mascara on my shirt from the ones who lean
Family lookin’ at me like "lead us"
Eyes say "save us," I ain’t Jesus
I’m shakin’ hands, I’m breakin’ down in pieces
Smile on my face, but it’s held up with secrets
Every hug feelin’ like a weight set
Everybody hurt, but I ain’t cried yet
’Cause if I fall, who gon’ hold them?
So I stuff my pain down, never show them
[Chorus]
I’ve seen too many faces in the coffin
Too many numbers in the column
Tryna make ’em proud while I’m dissolvin’
Heart feel heavy but I’m talkin’ like it’s nothin’
I keep losin’ what I love, I ain’t heartless
I just learned to keep it all in the darkness
Tryna keep ’em all from fallin’ apart, and
I’m fallin’ apart in the process
[Verse 2]
Funeral home smell stuck in my clothes
Suit on my back, same tie, ten shows
Every program got another friend’s photo
Another slideshow, same slow song, oh no
I dap moms, tell her "stay strong"
But she walkin’ to a car that feel way wrong
Empty seat where her son should’ve laid on
I just watch tail lights till they fade gone
Phone ring now, I be scared to answer
Think it’s another lost soul, another cancer
Another car flip, bullet, or bad chance, yeah
Another name carved deep in the granite
And my people hit me like, "You good, bro?"
I say "always," but they really don’t know
I be tryna make peace for the whole crowd
But who gon’ hold me when the lights go out?
[Chorus]
I’ve seen too many faces in the coffin
Too many numbers in the column
Tryna make ’em proud while I’m dissolvin’
Heart feel heavy but I’m talkin’ like it’s nothin’
I keep losin’ what I love, I ain’t heartless
I just learned to keep it all in the darkness
Tryna keep ’em all from fallin’ apart, and
I’m fallin’ apart in the process
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I don’t wanna be strong, I just wanna be held
I don’t wanna act calm while I’m goin’ through hell
If I say that I’m tired, will they love me less?
If I break for a minute, will they call it a mess?
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody boom-bap beat with detuned piano sample and dusty drums, male vocals. Verses sit in a slow, conversational pocket with intimate close-mic delivery; hook swells with layered chant-style doubles and subtle choir pads for lift. Sparse sub-bass underpins the emotion; occasional filtered drops to spotlight key lines. Mix leans on raw, present vocal tone, ad-libs tucked behind for grit., happy
Credits
Prompt by
quietlygrim
quietlygrimModelAria v5
Prompt
Write a rap song about sadness, loosing a parent, struggling to make everyone happy, and seeing a lot of death, rap
