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Lyrics
[Intro]
They gave us a number, then forgot our name
[Verse 1]
Rent due Friday, fridge got one cold can
Mom counting quarters at the kitchen fan
News anchor smiling while the sirens pass
Promises printed on a glossy ad
School had cracked windows, books from another decade
Counselor said breathe, but the bills don't fade
They build new fences where the bus line ends
Then call us lazy when the wheels don't bend
I watched my neighbor lose his shop in spring
A notice on the door, no hearing, no thing
Downtown got a ribbon for a luxury lane
Our block got cones and a pothole full of rain
They know every vote, every face, every fee
But can't find clean water where the children breathe
If power means choosing who gets left behind
Then tell me why they keep calling this design
[Pre-Chorus]
You say hold on, but the rope feels thin
We keep surviving what we're living in
[Chorus]
This life is bent, and the rules don't care
They count our losses like numbers in air
We raise our hands, but the room stays still
They want our labor, never our will
If hope is a match, then we guard that flame
Even worn-out hearts still remember their name
[Verse 2]
My brother came home with a paper and a bruise
One bad night turned into years to lose
Lawyer on a screen said, "Take the deal"
Justice got priced by the hour and sealed
Meanwhile suits in a tower redraw the map
Move a whole neighborhood with a loophole trap
They call it growth when the rent climbs high
Call it order when the young get frisked outside
Granddad paid taxes, never saw the care
Worked till his knees gave out on the stairs
Clinic said Tuesday, Tuesday came and went
Prescription cost more than the money he sent
We learned the language of overdue mail
Learned how a smile can conceal a jail
Still, every porch has a story they missed
Every locked door has a fist in the mist
[Pre-Chorus]
You say hold on, but the rope feels thin
We keep surviving what we're living in
[Chorus]
This life is bent, and the rules don't care
They count our losses like numbers in air
We raise our hands, but the room stays still
They want our labor, never our will
If hope is a match, then we guard that flame
Even worn-out hearts still remember their name
[Bridge]
No savior coming down the avenue
Just tired people making something new
A meal passed round, a ride across town
A friend saying, "I got you," when the walls fall down
They can bury the budget, bury the truth
They can't erase what we do for the youth
[Final Chorus]
This life is bent, but we still stand here
With a borrowed coat and a stubborn tear
They took our peace, tried to take our voice
But being ignored is not the same as choice
If hope is a match, then we guard that flame
Even worn-out hearts still remember their name
[Outro]
They gave us a number, then forgot our name
So we write it back in permanent ink again
Details
GeneratedAug 27, 2026
Duration4:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alternative hip hop blending West Coast boom-bap and modern emo trap: dusty jazz piano chords, muted electric bass, crisp swung drums, restrained 808 sub, sparse vibraphone accents, and occasional vinyl texture. Midtempo head-nod groove around 88 BPM. Verses should feel intimate, sharply articulated, and conversational with dynamic rap cadence; chorus opens into a weary melodic rap hook with layered doubles. Arrange with a short piano-and-room-tone intro, dense verse drums, a stripped pre-hook, a wider hook, a half-time bridge, then a final hook that ends unresolved. Keep the mix warm and slightly gritty, with dry forward vocals, controlled low end, and understated tape saturation.
Credits
Prompt bySuperCloud388
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Juice wrld and Kendrick Lamar rapping about how messed up our life is like how our government doesn't care about us etc
