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Lyrics
[Verse]
Dust on the boots, soles heavy with regret,
Mama’s prayers rising, still ain't found a way yet.
Collard greens wilting, stove ain’t lit,
Cracks in the wall where the roaches sit.
Sweat drips thicker than molasses from the brow,
Field work calling, but the sun won’t bow.
Pocket lint richer than the man next door,
Dreams too small to even reach the floor.
[Chorus]
Southern shadows, creeping low,
No escape, just the undertow.
Dreams caught in the mud, won’t let go,
That’s what it’s like when you’re born below.
[Verse 2]
Granddaddy’s shotgun, rust on the steel,
Says it’s for the snakes, but the hunger’s real.
Porch boards creak, secrets in the night,
Fists hit walls when the money gets tight.
Sunday suits threadbare, worn too thin,
Preacher says hope, but where’s it been?
Mosquito hums louder than a city choir,
Heat so thick it could choke the fire.
[Chorus]
Southern shadows, creeping low,
No escape, just the undertow.
Dreams caught in the mud, won’t let go,
That’s what it’s like when you’re born below.
Details
GeneratedJul 14, 2025
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
blending raw storytelling with deep, haunting melody that complements the emotional gravity of the lyrics., resonant beats. the verses carry a weighty rhythm, blues, blues-inspired rap with 808 bass, gritty and soulful, with bluesy undertones and a sparse, rap
Credits
Prompt byMrghost
ModelAria v4
Prompt
blues, rap 808 bass, what it’s like growing up poor in the south United States of America
