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Lyrics
[Intro]
Ash on my hands, earth under my feet
A sentence in the soil, every breath on repeat
[Verse 1]
Clock starts ticking when the garden door closes
Work in the field while the thornbush grows roses
Bread on the table got a price in the marrow
Carry what I planted through the dust and the shadow
Sweat on the brow, salt running like a river
No crown in the clay, no flesh lasts forever
I came from the ground, I return to the ground
Every proud tower falls when the roots lose sound
[Pre-Chorus]
You can count your days, but you can't make them stay
Hands full of harvest, still the soil takes its claim
[Chorus]
By the sweat of my face, I will eat my bread
Till the ground calls back everything I was fed
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Every breath is a gift, every lesson is earned
By the sweat of my face, let the hard truth ring
No gold follows home, no throne follows king
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Walk humble through the fire, let the weary heart learn
[Verse 2]
Plow cuts lines like a record of labor
Rain comes late, still I rise for the neighbor
Hands cracked open, but the seed gets buried
Hope weighs heavy when the load must be carried
I built with the timber, I bled for the acres
Still time takes all, no matter the makers
Name on a stone, wind over the field
What I give to the earth is the only thing sealed
[Pre-Chorus]
You can count your days, but you can't make them stay
Hands full of harvest, still the soil takes its claim
[Chorus]
By the sweat of my face, I will eat my bread
Till the ground calls back everything I was fed
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Every breath is a gift, every lesson is earned
By the sweat of my face, let the hard truth ring
No gold follows home, no throne follows king
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Walk humble through the fire, let the weary heart learn
[Bridge]
Dust in the lungs, but a flame in the chest
Labor is heavy, still the burden is blessed
What I hold is borrowed, what I build must depart
So I leave clean hands and a truthful heart
[Final Chorus]
By the sweat of my face, I will eat my bread
Till the ground calls back everything I was fed
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Every breath is a gift, every lesson is earned
By the sweat of my face, let the hard truth ring
No gold follows home, no throne follows king
From the dust I was taken, to the dust I return
Walk humble through the fire, let the weary heart learn
[Outro]
Back to the ground, when the long day ends
Dust in the beginning, dust where the road bends
Details
GeneratedSep 2, 2026
Duration3:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic trap rap at E minor, 140 BPM half-time feel, heavy sub-bass 808s with controlled slides, sparse minor-key piano and low brass swells, crisp punchy kick, rattling hi-hats with occasional triplet rolls, dry intimate male rap vocal in the verses, doubled emphatic phrases in the hook, tense dramatic arrangement that builds from stripped verse to hard-impact chorus, modern polished mix with deep low end and clear vocal presence.
Credits
Prompt byChildLikeFaith
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, trap, male Genesis 3:19 By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
