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Lyrics
[Intro]
Ink on the page
Pain in the flow
This that ghetto poetry
Let the whole block know (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I wrote a verse on a bus pass
Folded dreams in my backpack
Concrete desk where I sat at
Turn a hunger to a hi-hat
Broken glass by the court line
Every line got a chalk sign
Turn the sirens to a bass line
Let the struggle be a headline
Mama counting every cent slow
While the landlord bang on the metal door
I was scribbling my name in the dust on the floor
Saying I ain’t going out like the ones before
[Chorus]
This that ghetto poetry
Blood in the bars
Rust on the rosary
Boom-bap bruise with the 808 thump
Sharp violins make the whole block jump
This that ghetto poetry
Raw
No filter
No pose for the feed
We spell hope with a spray can streak
Turn hard days into heat on the beat (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Loose leaf full of loose ends
Lost boys
Few real friends
Sharp tongue
No soft lens
Still we talk to the top through a broke vent
Grandma praying by the stove light
I’m loop-cutting up the lowlife
Every no turned to a note
Right?
Now the code of the road in my quotes
Tight
Who gon’ write for the kids outside?
When the teachers clock out and the judges slide by?
So I carve every scar in the margin line
Let the pain hit the snare on the two and the five
[Outro]
From the gutter to the rhyme scheme
We soundcheck all the silent screams
This that ghetto poetry
Let it ring
Boom
Nap
Heart clap
Let the block sing
Details
GeneratedDec 14, 2025
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
sparse melodic ear-candy in turnarounds., sharp chopped violins as primary motif, male vocals with aggressive cypher delivery and hook-friendly phrasing, gritty 90s boom-bap meets modern trap: dusty breakbeat, lots of ad-libs and crowd chants, violin, filtered sample drops between sections, poetry, heavy layered 808s under a punchy kick
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A gritty boom-nap cypher with sharp violin and heavy 808s, about ghetto poetry
