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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Born with a weight I ain’t earn yet
Grandma’s tears in my bloodstream, still burnin
Uncle’s bottle in my shadow when I’m turnin
Mama prayin in the kitchen, curry on the stove, hands shakin
Photo frames on the wall like warnings
Smiles in the glass, but the glass all stormin
They handed me pain like a last name
Said “you strong” but that just meant “you hold the blame”
[Chorus]
I got my metaphorical bags packed
Whole bloodline sittin in this backpack
I’m leavin this world, I ain’t lookin back
Breakin every chain that they passed down, passed down
I got my metaphorical bags packed
Heart on my sleeve, but it’s half black
I’m leavin this world, I ain’t turnin back
If I walk away, maybe I don’t pass it down, pass it down
[Verse 2]
I remember fists through the drywall, quiet plates
Heard “love” in the morning, saw rage by eight
Learned “sorry” don’t fix what it breaks
So I pack my own truth, throw out their mistakes
Ticket in my hand, one-way, no return
Ashes in my chest, but I let that burn
I ain’t raisin a kid in a house so cold
I’d rather leave now than repeat what I was told
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Tell my little cousins I tried
Tell my future children I died
To the version of me that lied
Said “we fine” while we hollow inside
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 4, 2026
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody boom-bap with warm sample chops and deep bass. Male vocals sit upfront, almost conversational in the verses, then lift into a melodic, chant-like hook with stacked doubles. Sparse keys answer the lines, subtle vinyl grit. Final chorus adds octave harmonies and a filtered outro, letting the beat fade like a train leaving the station., world
Credits
Prompt by
KTC
KTCModelAria v5
Prompt
A, rap song about family trauma being passed down. Leaving this world and never coming back. Moving forward with my metaphorical bags packed.
