Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Used to hear my name on the loudspeaker Mama in the stands, eyes shine, sittin’ crowd center Coach said I was next, tape on my banged fingers Whole block at my games, felt my hope linger Then I missed one play, made one bad season Scouts stopped callin’, started overthinkin’ every reason Friends turned cold, group chat got silent Heart full of noise, so I went chasin’ violence Corner boys cheered when I came around “Star boy, hold this,” put a weight on my crown Cleats in the closet started gatherin’ dust Traded in my dreams for a little street trust [Chorus] I fumbled my future, dropped it on the concrete Gave up the field just to die for a small street Lost all my brothers, lost my mom’s sleep Now I’m runnin’ from the love I swore I would keep I fumbled my future, carried all this bad pride Chased cold cash, let the real ones pass by Look in the mirror, don’t know that guy Young football star who let his whole life slide [Verse 2] Late night, same park, different lights flicker Used to run routes, now I run from pictures Flash from a car, might be cops, might be ops Every corner that I cut put me closer to a box Mama on the phone, voice thin, sound tired “Baby come home,” but my heart felt wired Could’ve been film room, could’ve been practice Instead it’s back alleys, dark jokes, black matches Got a call one day, teammate got drafted I just stared at the wall, laughed then crashed in Timeline full of what I should’ve been Scrollin’ past blessings like they somebody else’s sin [Chorus] I fumbled my future, dropped it on the concrete Gave up the field just to die for a small street Lost all my brothers, lost my mom’s sleep Now I’m runnin’ from the love I swore I would keep I fumbled my future, carried all this bad pride Chased cold cash, let the real ones pass by Look in the mirror, don’t know that guy Young football star who let his whole life slide [Bridge] Stood outside the old stadium gate (yeah) Heard a whistle in the wind, felt late Turf still green, my name long gone But my shadow on the grass looked ten years strong If I get one more down, one more drive Could I tackle my past, keep my heart alive? Street got a grip, but my soul still talks Says “you ain’t dead yet, boy, just walk” [Chorus] I fumbled my future, dropped it on the concrete Gave up the field just to die for a small street Lost all my brothers, lost my mom’s sleep Now I’m runnin’ from the love I swore I would keep I fumbled my future, carried all this bad pride Chased cold cash, let the real ones pass by Look in the mirror, tryna find that guy Young football star with a second chance to try
Tags
rap, Moody, story-driven rap over a minor-key piano loop and distant vocal chops, 90–95 BPM. Tight, knocking drums with a deep, sparse bass line; verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, hooks open with layered male vocals and subtle harmonies. Occasional filtered drops to spotlight key lines, then full beat slams back in for emotional impact., football
Duration
3:18
Instrumental
No
Created
4/15/2026