Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grew up with hands in my pockets Eyes on the ground Staying small They taught me to swallow my questions Never how to stand tall I was told to keep it quiet Bite my tongue Grit my teeth But there’s a drum in my chest now Beating up from underneath [Chorus] I rise from what’s beneath me From every “stay in your place” they preached I was never shown how to be a warrior So I learned in the gaps In the breach I rise from what’s beneath me From every heavy word on my back I was never taught how to wield this heart So I turned every scar to an axe [Verse 2] Didn’t get a map or a mentor Just warnings and locked doors and doubt Now I carve my own coat of armor From the fears they tried to stamp out Learned to swing through shame like a doorway Learned to call my courage by name If the old rules made me smaller I’ll set fire to their frame [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Bare feet on the boards I’m grounded [floor-stomp rhythm] One step Then another I’m found Raise a glass for the kid I was Drowning Now hear this warrior sound (hey!) [Chorus]
Tags
pop, Stomping folk-pop shanty with gang vocals and big floor toms; rough male lead over strummed acoustic, claps, and low brass swells. Verses stay close and confessional, then explode into a rowdy, shout-along chorus with call-and-response crew vocals. Bridge strips to voice and foot-stomps before a final full-throttle refrain and group chant outro., shanty, vocal
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
1/6/2026