Tomorrow’s Weight

[Verse 1]
Scroll thumb sore, doomfeed on my face
Everyone shouting, nobody in the same place
Rent due Friday, dream on layaway
Boss talk growth, but I’m stuck on “okay”
News on fire, same story, new frame
Clickbait pain, they monetizing our shame
Mama say breathe, pastor say pray
Therapist say “feel,” I just say “one day”
[Chorus]
These are the days that press on my chest
World on my back, still I write, still I step
If the future throwing flames at my name, I accept
Yeah, I carry all the weight, I’m the test that I pass next
These are the days that sharpen my edge
Storm in my head, but I stand, never beg
If tomorrow bring a war to my door, I say “yes”
I’m afraid and I’m ready, that’s the truth I confess
[Verse 2]
Group chat jokes hide quiet despair
We laugh loud now ‘cause we low-key scared
Climate in crisis, ice where the heart is
Whole globe anxious, still scrolling the comments
Student loans lurking, interest like ivy
Politicians smile, but the small print slimey
Still I lace shoes, still chase better
Turn my panic to a plan, pain into pressure
[Bridge]
Bring every question
Bring every doubt
I’ll meet it in the morning
I won’t bow out
Bring every burden
I’ll still invest
In a life I ain’t lived yet
In a me I ain’t met
[Chorus]
These are the days that press on my chest
World on my back, still I write, still I step
If the future throwing flames at my name, I accept
Yeah, I carry all the weight, I’m the test that I pass next
These are the days that sharpen my edge
Storm in my head, but I stand, never beg
If tomorrow bring a war to my door, I say “yes”
I’m afraid and I’m ready, that’s the truth I confess (yeah)

rap, Crisp modern boom-bap with subtle trap swing, warm sampled keys, and a deep, steady kick. Verses are tight, articulate male vocals riding the pocket, ad-libs tucked behind key phrases. Hook opens with layered chant-style doubles and a rising synth pad to lift the energy, bridge strips to drums and bass before a final, triumphant chorus.