🎶 [Hook – 8 Bars | Soulful Bounce + Pain-Talk]
Still pray with a flame on my dresser (yeah)
Still move like I owe somethin' extra (facts)
Still love, but I watch for the gesture (watch that)
Still broke, but I count every lesson (count that)
Still dream with a fist on the table (grip it)
Still speak like my pain got a label (truth)
Still walk with my name in the gravel (stamped)
Still blessed, but I came from the battle (scarred)
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🎤 [Verse 1 – 32 Bars | Origin Pain + Scarred Soul]
I don’t bleed on shoulders, they don’t hold it how I carry it
Rather speak to steel—it listens when I’m variant
Raised off leftovers, hunger was my therapist
Tie my shoes in warzones, peace was never parented
Mama clockin’ doubles, I was jugglin’ the bell tone
Classroom to the kitchen, stash the burner in my cell phone
Cold like a verdict—ain’t no thawin’ where I fell from
They took my dog, now he pulse in my redrum
Say I switched? Nah, my lens just got seasoned
Try dreamin’ loyal where betrayal feel pleasin’
Try sleepin’ deep when the roaches still creepin’
Try prayin’ hard when your ribs keep speakin’
PTSD in the mirror, I blink crooked
Hands on the metal, couldn’t fold if I wanted
Pain got tempo, so I lay it in percussion
Vacays look like courtrooms when you livin’ off nothin’
I ain’t solo by choice, this damage don’t lie
They cheer when you humble, but starve when you try
I don’t do fake love—don’t hug no spy
Rather sit with my demons than take pills and die
Every scar held a sermon, every win took a limb
They ask why I’m distant—I was raised on the rim
Where “love you” mean “watch me” and hugs don’t grip
I learned to eat with my hands ‘cause the plate came ripped
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🎶 [Hook – Repeat, Stronger Delivery]
Still pray with a flame on my dresser (uh)
Still move like I owe somethin' extra (right)
Still love, but I watch for the gesture (keep close)
Still broke, but I count every lesson (real talk)
Still dream with a fist on the table (hold tight)
Still speak like my pain got a label (uh-huh)
Still walk with my name in the gravel (never fold)
Still blessed, but I came from the battle (scars shown)
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🎤 [Verse 2 – 16 Bars | Elevation Through Struggle]
I been counted out, then counted again
Had to stretch five bills just to cover my sins
Sold hope on the side just to mask what I’m in
Now I write what I bled, not what’s under my skin
Learned pain got wings if you let it fly
But hold too long and it eat you alive
Seen snakes in the pews where the choir reside
So I pray with my fists and my eyes on the side
Every alley I walked felt scripted for loss
But I paved through the fire with the weight of the cross
I ain’t perfect, just purposed through dirt and exhaust
Still rise from the cut like my soul paid the cost
I don’t run—I recite what they run from
Still me—just matured with a snub drum
Still humble, but don’t take me for numb
I was built from the ashes—ain’t no fear where I’m from
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MoodyLoe
