Lyrics
[Verse]
Inked in my skin, forty-five, that mark's gon’ thrive,
Southeast warriors, yeah, fortified hive.
Step to the line, it's a wild landslide,
Break bread or bed, we ride or collide.
[Verse]
Streetlights blink, shadows on the coldest grid,
Dreamscapes hard, where the souls keep hid.
Fortress of the truth, yeah, the roots we did,
Concrete jungle whispers ‘bout the lives we lived.
[Chorus]
Fortified in the cuts, no slippin’ in the zone,
The veins in these blocks run deeper than stone.
Cross roads or the line? You face the unknown,
Southeast blaze borne to uphold the throne.
[Bridge]
Beneath the inked tales is pain we disguise,
Sketches of stripes from wars baptized.
History in blood, tears, shadowed skies,
Bodies hard as steel, when the smoke rise.
[Verse]
Every corner carved with legends untold,
Graffiti sermons sprayin' wisdom in cold bold.
Stacks on the table, tonight plays rolled,
Fortification in heart, the southeast gold.
[Chorus]
Fortified in the cuts, no slippin’ in the zone,
The veins in these blocks run deeper than stone.
Cross roads or the line? You face the unknown,
Southeast blaze borne to uphold the throne.
Style
male vocalsraphip hop
Prompt
Inked in my skin is 45, the southeast is fortified, cross the line and we all ride, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
BloodDiamondVortex45
BloodDiamondVortex45GeneratedApr 13, 2025
ModelAria v4
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