Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Boot prints On the red dirt road Sweat drip On a heart of stone [Verse 1] Sun ain’t up but I’m out that door Steel-toe faith on a splintered floor Ghosts in my blood say “lay back down” I lace these scars like a wedding gown Spit in the sink, then I crack that spine Bar on my back like a family line Whole damn past tryna hold me still I drag that chain up the blacktop hill [Chorus] I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard (yeah) Turn my fear into fuel Every bruise, every scar If the weight wanna break me Let it sharpen my jaw I got death on my shoulder But it don’t run this bar (nah, nah) I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard [Verse 2] Tires on gravel, that crunch, that grind Cornfield wind in a troubled mind Voices in the static say “you ain’t made” I turn that doubt to a dull old blade Swing one more rep at the rust and rot Heart beat loud like a warning shot Pain in my bones but I don’t sit still I’m the burned-out church on the tallest hill [Chorus] I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard (hey) Turn my fear into fuel Every bruise, every scar If the weight wanna break me Let it sharpen my jaw I got death on my shoulder But it don’t run this bar (no) I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard [Bridge] Hands shake But I don’t break (never) Dark days But I don’t fade Chain snaps When the will don’t You stop Or you say “won’t” [Chorus] I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard Turn my fear into fuel Every bruise, every scar If the weight wanna break me Let it sharpen my jaw (sharpen that jaw) I got death on my shoulder But it don’t run this bar I was born in the graveyard Now I’m running that yard (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark country-trap hybrid over hazy lo-fi drums and subby bass; twangy baritone guitar and distant church organ pad set a haunted small-town mood. Verses in gritty, breathy male vocals with a half-spoken rap cadence, hook opens up with shout-along gang responses and stacked harmonies. Energy builds from tense, head-nod groove into a fierce, mosh-ready final chorus; keep kicks punchy, snares dusty, and give vocals a slapback room to feel raw., workout, motivational, a cappella, country, hip-hop, dark wave, punk, lo-fi
Duration
3:27
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026