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Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Same jacket
Same block
Same pain
Different clock
[Verse 1]
Unpaid bills taped to the fridge door
Mama say pray but her knees sore
Pop gone, left a hole in the screen porch
Learned young how a hug can just lean short
Court dates circled in a red pen
Food stamps stretch, tryna make ten feel like ten again
Homies in a cell over quick pride
I learned silence got an echo when your friend died
Scroll through the names in my phone list
Half of them gone, other half on a long shift
Therapist ask how I been, I just laugh
Say I'm fine, but my eyes do the math
Bottle on the nightstand, calling my name
I ain't sip, but I stare like we sharing the blame
Sleep hard when the heart heavy as a safe
Every dream feel fake, I just wake for the ache
[Chorus]
This that sad and real shit
Every scar, every guilt trip
Tears dried up but it still hit
Yeah, I carry what I can't fix
This that sad and real shit
Kitchen floor, closed fists
I keep walking with a cracked spirit
But I'm still here, you can feel it
[Verse 2]
Little bro ask why the rent late
I tell him it's grown-up stuff, change the subject, switch states
He just want new shoes for the gym class
I see my childhood in him like a dim glass
School called, said he swung on a kid
Said he tired of being laughed at for the way that we live
I ain't mad, I just hugged him in the hallway
Said, "We ain't choose this, but we choose not to fall, ayy"
Late night, scrolling through the past like a feed
Everybody flexing, I just bleed in the weeds
They say "speak up," but they flip when it's too raw
They want pain in a picture they can scroll past bored
So I rap low, for the ones that won't talk
For the girl with the sleeves long, even on a short walk
For the boy with the smile like a thin mask
Saying "I'm good" with a history he can't ask
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
If I said I'm okay, that's a half-truth
I'm just guarding all the parts that the world chewed
If you lonely in a crowd, I been there
Raise a hand in your head, that's a silent prayer
[crescendo]
Maybe healing just a slow walk home
Past every bad choice, past every gravestone
If you hear this in the dark, and your heart feel split
You ain't gotta say a word
We just share this shit
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 23, 2025
Duration3:18
LanguageSV
Style
rap, Minimal, moody boom-bap with detuned piano loop and a dusty bass line. Drums hit dry and close, with tight hats and a deep, cracked snare. Male vocals up front, almost spoken on the verses; hook switches to a half-sung chant with subtle doubled harmonies. Sparse ear-candy—reverse swells, filtered echoes—to widen the chorus, but the mix stays raw and intimate, like a confessional in a dark booth., sad
Credits
Prompt byFutureCircuit398
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Sad and real shit, rap
