🎵 Hook (slow, anthem-style delivery)
Got exit wounds but I still stand tall (still here)
Every scar on me got a name I recall (I remember)
They left me for dead, now I’m speakin’ to y’all
This pain got rhythm — I turned it to songs
Exit wounds — I ain’t patchin’ 'em up (nah)
They remind me of the days I had nothin’ but guts (uh-huh)
I gave my heart when the world gave me dust
Now I’m healed in pieces, and that’s good enough (good enough)**
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[Verse 1 – Final war report, real as it gets]
I been shot at by silence, cut up by trust
Had folks play God with my name in the dust
Seen tears hit wood like rainfall on caskets
Watched dreams fold like letters in a basket
I was raised where “I love you” come with a catch
Where brothers die early, and sisters get snatched
Where the preacher preach pain but still take tithe
And a hug might hide the blade inside
But I ain’t bitter, I just built my shield
Turned my rage into plans, now the scars feel real
Like tattoos of trauma I never asked for
But I inked every name just to even the score
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🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 1:
“Tested.” / “Truth.” / “Yup.” / “Let’s go.”
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🎵 Hook (repeat with added vocal stacks)
Got exit wounds but I still stand tall (still here)
Every scar on me got a name I recall (I remember)
They left me for dead, now I’m speakin’ to y’all
This pain got rhythm — I turned it to songs
Exit wounds — I ain’t patchin’ 'em up (nah)
They remind me of the days I had nothin’ but guts (uh-huh)
I gave my heart when the world gave me dust
Now I’m healed in pieces, and that’s good enough (yeah)**
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[Verse 2 – Rebirth, quiet rage, reflective but strong]
I don’t want revenge, I want distance
I just wanna build peace with no witness
No more lookin’ back for apologies owed
I just pray my daughter don’t walk these roads
If the streets taught me anything, it’s this:
You either adapt or become a myth
You either fold, or write it all in stone
So when I die, they gon’ quote what I wrote
I ain’t ask for this life, but I molded it firm
Every L I took gave me lessons to burn
And now my voice echo in places I ain’t been
'Cause exit wounds speak louder than wins
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🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 2:
“That's gospel.” / “Real talk.” / “One hundred.” / “Legacy.”
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🎧 Outro – choir fades out, keys solo, voice cracks in tone
(Spoken)
If I made it here, so can you.
Don’t run from what hurt you...
Turn it into your fuel.
(deep breath)
This ain’t a mixtape — this a survival tape.
MoodyLoe
