Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Tin roof leaking on a Sunday Mama counting coins in a plastic cup TV blazing bodies and borders same gray smoke when the sun comes up Kids kick cans like they football bare feet, broken glass, thin hope I learned math off the power cuts how many hours we sit in the dark and cope [Chorus] This that favela blues same song, brand‑new year World on fire on the big screen same ash in my backyard here I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky carry my people in these old torn shoes If they ask what 2026 feel like tell ’em it’s heavy favela blues [Verse 2] News say “numbers,” I see faces Uncle on the floor with an empty plate Borderlines drawn on paper but the bullets don’t know what they violate Block full of prayers and curses bare brick walls, wet clothes on a wire Grandma hums in her cracked‑up voice turns our crying into a choir [Chorus] This that favela blues same song, brand‑new year World on fire on the big screen same ash in my backyard here I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky carry my people in these old torn shoes If they ask what 2026 feel like tell ’em it’s heavy favela blues [Bridge] Tell me how I’m s’posed to heal when the sirens sing when the kids draw tanks with their coloring pens Tell me where do all these broken mornings go when the night comes back again (again) [Chorus] This that favela blues same song, brand‑new year World on fire on the big screen same ash in my backyard here I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky carry my people in these old torn shoes If they ask what 2026 feel like tell ’em it’s heavy favela blues
Tags
rap, Dusty boom-bap drums under live blues guitar, upright bass walking slow. Male vocals, smoky and close-mic’d. Verses stay stripped with rimshots and faint organ; hook swells with gospel-style harmonies and a distant street choir. Subtle vinyl crackle, muted horn stabs in the bridge to lift the pain into resilience., blues, hip-hop, world
Duration
2:58
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026