[Hook – 8 Bars | Lyrical + Dark Bounce]
Heart got cold, now I move with no pulse,
Talk behind my back? That’s a free ghost’s waltz.
Kept too real, they mistook it for a fault,
Now I trust pain — it don’t flake, it just halt.
Lines too sharp, every verse got results,
I spit code — you just rhyme for the cults.
I been numb since my soul took a loss,
So I write like I’m etchin’ in frost.
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[Verse 1 – 16 Bars | Metaphor-Rich, Ice Cold Wordplay]
I don’t rap, I exhume what the silence conceal,
Bury pain in the beat, let the hi-hats squeal.
Every bar got a past — every rhyme got a will,
So I talk like my trauma got a Netflix deal.
I seen love turn snake in a Polo tee,
Turn a crib to a case, now parole on me.
Trust too thin, I keep steel in my poetry,
God still listen, but He whisper like He owe to me.
Used to pray for the shine, now I glow from the grit,
Every cut I survive make the devil sit.
I spit scars — you can hear where the shovel hit,
Buried self-doubt, now I rhyme on some other shit.
They quote pain but never cite source,
I live truth, while they flex in divorce.
No mask — just a heart full of coarse,
Built for the fire, I don’t flinch off force.
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[Hook – Repeat]
Heart got cold, now I move with no pulse,
Talk behind my back? That’s a free ghost’s waltz.
Kept too real, they mistook it for a fault,
Now I trust pain — it don’t flake, it just halt.
Lines too sharp, every verse got results,
I spit code — you just rhyme for the cults.
I been numb since my soul took a loss,
So I write like I’m etchin’ in frost.
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