Yeah…
This for the ones still here.
Verse 1:
Born where the sirens sing lullabies at night,
Mama working doubles, couldn’t tuck him in tight.
Cold floor mattress, roaches in the sink,
Learned to hustle early, never taught to think.
Hand-me-down pain, hand-me-down fear,
Cried in the dark but nobody could hear.
Streetlights raised him more than school ever did,
Had a grown man heart in the body of a kid.
Running with wolves just to feel like a pack,
Pocket full of nothing, hunger stabbing his back.
Started with stealing just to eat that night,
Turned into robbing, then he lost his sight.
Heart got colder, conscience got thin,
Every bad choice felt like a necessary sin.
Said he’d survive no matter what it cost,
But every win he had felt like another soul lost.
Hook:
He still breathing, though the world tried to break him,
Dark roads walked but the light still can save him.
Tears in his eyes but he stand like a soldier,
Praying for peace while the nights getting colder.
He still breathing, scars deep in his skin,
Looking for God, tryna start again.
From the pain, from the fire, from the life he was in,
He still breathing… tryna rise above sin.
Verse 2:
Eighteen years old when his world fell apart,
Got the call that shattered everything in his heart.
Father gone, no goodbye, no chance,
Just a suit, a casket, and a funeral glance.
Rain on the day like the sky felt the loss,
Carried that weight like a permanent cross.
Stood by the grave with a hole in his chest,
Tried to be strong but he failed that test.
Night after burial, tears still fresh,
Riding through silence, mind under stress.
Headlights flash, then the world went loud,
Bullets cut through like thunder in a cloud.
Glass shatter, metal scream,
Life slowed down like a terrible dream.
Hit by the storm, body full of lead,
But somehow he lived when he should’ve been dead.
Hook:
He still breathing, though the world tried to break him,
Dark roads walked but the light still can save him.
Tears in his eyes but he stand like a soldier,
Praying for peace while the nights getting colder.
He still breathing, scars deep in his skin,
Looking for God, tryna start again.
From the pain, from the fire, from the life he was in,
He still breathing… tryna rise above sin.
Verse 3:
Hospital lights, machines keep time,
Doctors surprised that he still alive.
Looked in the mirror, saw more than wounds,
Saw all the ghosts from them reckless afternoons.
Street life took more than it ever gave,
Nearly carried him straight to a grave.
Whispered a prayer he ain’t said before,
“God if you real, I can’t do this no more.”
Now he walking slow on a different road,
Trying to put down all the anger he hold.
Reading them verses, searching for peace,
Begging the nightmares finally cease.
Past still chasing but he won’t fall back,
Every new day is a step off track.
From gunshots ringing to church bells call,
He still standing… after it all.
Final Hook:
He still breathing, yeah he made it through fire,
From the street corners t
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