Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Heartbeat in my head Click-clack, red thread Mask on, deep breath I don’t fear my death (nah) [Verse 1] March in Mud on my name Every cut on my skin Got a story in flame You just see the crown I remember the sirens Turned every loss on the ground Into pressure on diamonds Cold eyes But my chest still thumps Turn pain into prize Turn ashes to funds They prayed that I’d break They were late to the riot I made a throne from the quake Sat alone in the quiet [Chorus] We’re diamonds Cut from every scar they gave us Violence In our veins, can’t help but save us If the sky falls We don’t run, we climb it Bleeding But look how hard we shine, yeah (shine, shine) We’re diamonds (we’re diamonds) We’re diamonds [Verse 2] Black boots On the glass of the past I was built in the bruise I was forged to outlast All the ghosts that you fed me Learned to feast in the dark Now the fear that once bled me Is a brand on my heart Low tone Let the warlord speak Every “no” that you throw Is a drum I beat You want mercy? Better pray to your idols I bring peace to my own By declaring survival [Chorus] We’re diamonds Cut from every scar they gave us Violence In our veins, can’t help but save us If the sky falls We don’t run, we climb it Bleeding But look how hard we shine, yeah (shine, shine) We’re diamonds (we’re diamonds) We’re diamonds [Bridge] [Gang chants, stomp-stomp-clap] We don’t break We just cut deeper We don’t shake We just burn cheaper All that weight Turned into a weapon Say my name That’s your last confession [Chorus] We’re diamonds Cut from every scar they gave us Violence In our veins, can’t help but save us If the sky falls We don’t run, we climb it Bleeding But look how hard we shine, yeah (shine, shine) We’re diamonds (we’re diamonds) We’re diamonds
Tags
rap, Alt-pop/hip-hop war anthem with male vocals; cinematic war drums and serrated guitars drive dark rap verses, then explode into a massive, chant-heavy hook with stacked gang vocals, sub drops, and stuttered heartbeat synths. Verses stay tight and menacing with dry vocal, choruses widen with reverb, octave doubles, and sing-along shouts; dance-pop pulse sneaks under the carnage for a fierce, club-ready march., pop, male vocals, dance pop, hip-hop, deep
Duration
2:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/7/2026