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Lyrics
[Verse]
Citrus County roots, where the reins always loose,
Dinner optional, life tighter than a noose,
Trailers creakin’, dreams buried in the dust,
Trust broken daily, in this I place my trust.
[Chorus]
Luck was a rumor, struggle set the stage,
Empty plates on tables, carved out my rage,
Scars turn poetic, this soul won't decay,
Broken glass roads mold who I am today.
[Verse]
Storm clouds hang low, echoes of despair,
Fridge hums hollow, survival pulled from air,
Mom prayed to nothin’, Dad left in the wind,
Grit grew in shadows where hope had thinned.
[Bridge]
Fists met walls, anger danced in the halls,
We fought for crumbs, life tore down our walls,
No pity party here, just fire in my veins,
Built my empire on scraps, embraced the pains.
[Verse]
Cans for nickels, dimes for gas,
Penny dreams, saved in a jar of glass,
Broken sneakers sprinted through those fields,
Fighting fate, with just my heart and shields.
[Chorus]
Luck was a rumor, struggle set the stage,
Empty plates on tables, carved out my rage,
Scars turn poetic, this soul won't decay,
Broken glass roads mold who I am today.
Details
GeneratedApr 23, 2025
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, rap, dark, emotional
Credits
Prompt by
Painkiller
PainkillerModelAria v4
Prompt
A very emotional, dark rap song about growing up white trash in citrus county and we were lucky to even have dinner some days put that's what made me who I am today, male, rap
