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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wind cut deep on the South Side
Salt on my shoes
Smoke in my chest
Knock on the door in the dark time
Asking for papers
Asking for breath
Sirens sing out like a bad dream
Blue and red stains on the snow
Kids in the kitchen see the whole thing
Coffee gone cold by the window
[Chorus]
This is our frozen city
But our hearts run hot
They can cage a body
They can’t cage a thought
We huddle up tight
Share the heat
Share the pain
Hold my hand
Hold my name
As we wait on warmer days
Don’t let them wash your voice away (oh)
Don’t let them wash your voice away
[Verse 2]
Rust on the tracks by the Green Line
Mittens on
March through the gray
Moms in the crowd with the bread signs
“Mi gente se queda
” they say
Bus stop glass like a cracked lens
Still we look up
Still we show up
Frozen sidewalks
But the word spreads
Block by block
We speak up
[Chorus]
This is our frozen city
But our hearts run hot
They can cage a body
They can’t cage a thought
We huddle up tight
Share the heat
Share the pain
Hold my hand
Hold my name
As we wait on warmer days
Don’t let them wash your voice away (hey)
Don’t let them wash your voice away
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration2:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty midtempo hip-hop with soulful male vocals, boom-bap drums, and cold, icy synth pads riding under dusty piano loops; first verse tight and clipped over a stark beat, chorus swells with stacked gospel-style harmonies and a thick bassline, second verse grows more urgent with ad-libs and call-and-response, final hook drops instruments for a bar before slamming back in for a crowd-chant outro, harsh
Credits
Prompt byCameronOlsen
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A harsh reality how Chicago is being surprised by ICE and the frozen tundra. As long as we huddle together for warmth we’ll win the day. As we wait for warmer days, don’t let them wash your voice away
