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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Twelve years on my back
like a shipping crate
Whole life in the dark
just to hit this gate
I missed a lot of Sundays
missed a lot of sleep
Kept my eyes on the road
when the road ran steep
You saw the polished version
not the busted parts
Not the rent due stress
or the numb-up starts
I learned to move in silence
learned to take the hit
Learned a seed don’t bloom
if you keep digging it
[Pre-Chorus]
So I stopped second-guessing
stopped feeding the fear
One foot, then the next
kept the vision clear
No paralysis
just a steady hand
If I want this moment
I’ve gotta stand
[Chorus]
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
Twelve years, I’m here
(still here)
Don’t freeze up now
stay consistent
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
[Verse 2]
I seen friends fold quick
when the rain got loud
Seen plans die young
in the talking crowd
But I kept my name
on the work I made
Every small hard yes
was a debt I paid
Freedom ain’t free
that bill comes due
Somebody bled time
so the door swung through
I wore my scars
like a key on chain
Every lesson carved
wasn’t lost in vain
[Pre-Chorus]
So I stopped second-guessing
stopped feeding the fear
One foot, then the next
kept the vision clear
No paralysis
just a steady hand
If I want this moment
I’ve gotta stand
[Chorus]
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
Twelve years, I’m here
(still here)
Don’t freeze up now
stay consistent
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
[Bridge]
I don’t need perfection
I need the next move
I don’t need a sign
I need proof
That the long way
wasn’t for nothing
That the love stayed alive
while the whole world was ducking
[Final Chorus]
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
Twelve years, I’m here
(still here)
Don’t freeze up now
stay consistent
Twelve years, I’m here
(I'm here)
Freedom ain’t free
somebody pays
I carried mine
through the hardest days
Details
GeneratedMay 4, 2026
Duration3:09
Style
Hip-hop, mid-tempo swung boom-bap with dusty kick-snare, elastic sub bass, and chopped soul guitar; verse rides sparse drums and a muted piano loop, pre-chorus opens with filtered choir stabs and snare climb, chorus hits with stacked unison hook and gang ad-libs. Close-mic reflective lead, doubled on key lines, delay throws on the last word, vinyl crackle and reverse swell into each drop, warm punchy mix., hip hop
Credits
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SeraphimResonance
SeraphimResonanceModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A reminiscent hip hop song about devoting 12 years of my life just to be here with you. Dont be stuck on paralysis by analysis. Stay consistent. Freedom isn’t free, someone always pays the cost.
