Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Late shift Blue smoke City hum in my coat I’m broke [Verse 1] I’m a corner-store poet, loose change in my hand Talking to the glass, it don’t understand Boss barking numbers, says I’m lucky to stand I just laugh, say “man, I got other plans” Old jacket, torn cuff, still smells like home Mama in the kitchen on a cracked payphone Told me “keep your heart when the work feels wrong” So I clock in tired, and clock out strong (yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Street sign flicker on my way out the door Same cracked sidewalk, but I’m wanting more Every bad break, every late bill due Gonna melt it down into something new [Chorus] I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Every scar on my soul Beats the drum of my hope I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Got that hurt in my veins But it’s moving my feet I turn my pain into house Till the hurt sounds sweet (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Clock struck twelve, now the line gets thin Suit tie loosened, let the bass walk in Bartender grinning like he knows my sins Says, “You again?” I say, “I came to win” Got holes in my sneakers, but the groove still fits All week I’ve been swallowing these little defeats Now the floorboards creak like a choir of misfits Every misstep marching in time with the kicks Rent past due, yeah, the wolf’s at the gate But the DJ looping every old heartbreak I spit my story over snares and shakes Turn a long hard week to a clean escape (hey!) [Chorus] I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Every scar on my soul Beats the drum of my hope I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Got that hurt in my veins But it’s moving my feet I turn my pain into house Till the hurt sounds sweet [Bridge] Hands up for the ones who stayed For the ones who left, for the ones afraid For the jobs that drained us bone and brain For the love we lost riding home in the rain This for the late checks, cold apartments Secondhand dreams and discount garments We don’t break, we bend, then bounce We don’t drown, we dance it out (dance it out) [Chorus] I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Every scar on my soul Beats the drum of my hope I turn my pain into house tonight I turn these blues into strobe-light life Got that hurt in my veins But it’s moving my feet I turn my pain into house Till the hurt sounds sweet (so sweet) I turn my pain into house Till the hurt sounds sweet
Tags
rap, Hybrid 80s blues-rap-house banger: swung drum machine groove, bright FM keys, walking bass, and occasional slap guitar. Verses rap in a laid-back storyteller flow, choruses open into sung male vocals with a soulful hook over a big four-on-the-floor kick and claps. Add airy pads in the pre-chorus, then strip to bass and drums for the rap, building to a final chorus with stacked harmonies and a short, crunchy guitar riff outro., blues
Duration
3:11
Instrumental
No
Created
2/14/2026