(Intro: A heavy, distorted Rock guitar riff kicks in, layered over a swinging Hip-Hop breakbeat. The sound of a Harley engine revving deep and guttural fades into a smooth Blues bassline.)
(Verse 1)
Sun hitting the chrome, the pack’s tight in the lane,
Riding through the city, washing off the static and the pain.
Shouting at the girls, catching vibes at the local bars,
Underneath the streetlights, brighter than the distant stars.
Two wheels on the asphalt, the Dooley pipes scream,
Living out the vision, yeah, I’m walking through the dream.
Rubber to the pavement, watch the white lines burn,
I take nothing for "granite"—everything I got is earned.
(Chorus)
When the Harley starts to roar, every head begins to turn,
It’s the lesson of the road, the only way you’re gonna learn.
With the cool drench of the rain hitting soft against my face,
Riding in the wind, feeling my old soul replaced.
There’s a oneness in the spirit, in the light of Allah’s grace,
Finding peace at ninety miles, in this holy, open space.
(Verse 2 - The Blues/R&B Shift: The beat slows, getting deeper and more soulful)
But when the kickstand drops, the leather comes off the back,
I step into the threshold, staying steady on the track.
It’s the hardship of a man, the weight of the wedding ring,
Trying to be the provider, the priest, and the king.
There’s a struggle in the household, disobedience in the air,
Hard heads and heavy hearts, sometimes it’s hard to bear.
But a father doesn't falter, and a husband doesn't fold,
We push through the fire to refine the family gold.
(Bridge: Hip-Hop urgency builds with a Rock steady tempo)
Yeah, the road is wide but the path is narrow,
I’m aiming for the truth like a straight-shot arrow.
You see the biker, the brother, the man in the street,
But you don't see the prayers when I’m bowing at His feet.
I’m a miracle in motion, from the gutter to the grit,
I’m the flame in the engine, I’m the spark that stayed lit.
(Outro: The music swells—big Rock chords meet a soulful R&B vocal harmony)
Ride on, through the rain and the sun...
The work of a father is never quite done.
Oneness in the wind... Oneness in the soul.
Allah keep the rubber gripping, keep the spirit whole.
(The sound of a Harley roaring away into the distance as the blues guitar wails one last time.)
How does that feel for your cruise? If you want to adjust the "vibe" or add more specific details about the bikes, just let me know!
