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Lyrics
[Verse]
Born a ghost in the cradle, mama let me drift,
Saints prayed but my curse gave me a spliff to lift.
Foster homes, pass me 'round like I’m a loose change,
Juvenile block, dreams shattered, rearranged.
[Bridge]
Ink bled the pain, made love to the page,
Life’s a bitter book, every line a new cage.
No father figure, just shadowed decisions,
Counted out, trapped between systems and prisons.
[Chorus]
Poems in a body bag, words got weight,
Buried in verses, I resurrect my fate.
From the south dirt where the graves breathe loud,
Only my ink kept my soul unbowed.
[Verse 2]
Wrists in cuffs, ink the only thing that set free,
They read my pain but they’ll never see me.
Bars in my head, bars in my hands,
Sentences carved like scars in the sands.
[Bridge]
Ward of the state to the ward of my mind,
Dreams shanked in the dark, left hope behind.
Courtroom whispers judged the boy I became,
But my pen never faltered, still screams my name.
[Chorus]
Poems in a body bag, words got weight,
Buried in verses, I resurrect my fate.
From the south dirt where the graves breathe loud,
Only my ink kept my soul unbowed.
Details
GeneratedApr 28, 2025
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty production, rap, male vocals, heavy bass, dirty south rap
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
Prompt
Dirty south rap about poet gave away at birth in and out of foster care juvenile prisons to the adult systems,counted out left for dead only one in poets corner was his ink pen poems in a body bag
