Lyrics
[Intro]
Back of the bus stop
Smoke in my lungs, cough
Phone full of missed calls
Heart full of cut-offs
[Verse 1]
Mama in the kitchen, bag on the table
Said it’s sugar, but I read the label
Unc in the bathroom, vein like cable
Door half-closed, little me, that fable
First blunt hit, chest got heavy
Laugh turned slow, world got blurry
Block got cold, eyes got empty
Love got taxed, night got deadly
Young boy running from the light bill
Running from the landlord, always on the slight tilt
Pills in the back pack, cash in the lunch pail
Praying that the plug bring hope in a junk mail
They say, “Stay clean”
We bathing in the same rain
Same corner, same scheme
Trying to wash off the same stain
[Chorus]
This life left stains on my soul (stains on my soul)
Cold in the crib, so we hugging the stove
I been outside where the angels don’t go
Pain in my veins, but I move like I’m whole
Drugs in the bag, but the hurt in my head
Try to feel alive while we flirting with death
Pray for a change, but the block need bread
So we risk that time just to dodge that bed
[Verse 2]
Homie got hooked, started off “just weekend”
Now he sell shoes, phone, hope, every season
Eyes stay red, still talking ‘bout leaving
Every new high is the last time, he’s preaching
I seen boys turn ghosts on a weekday
Mom at the wake in her work boots, grief weight
Tattoo tears, chain on, cheap plate
Whole hood packed in a room with a deep ache
Cousin took four to the back, no warning
Graduation pic on the wall, still flawless
Cap and gown smile, they framed that portrait
Now we pour drink where the blood hit the floor, sick
I look up, ask, “God, where you at?”
He say, “Child, I was there in the trap”
Every time you passed what could’ve been your last
Every small breath is a prayer you don’t grasp
[Chorus]
This life left stains on my soul (stains on my soul)
Cold in the crib, so we hugging the stove
I been outside where the angels don’t go
Pain in my veins, but I move like I’m whole
Drugs in the bag, but the hurt in my head
Try to feel alive while we flirting with death
Pray for a change, but the block need bread
So we risk that time just to dodge that bed
[Bridge]
We ain’t choose this road
This road chose us
They gave chain links
We turned ‘em to gold dust
They gave back seats
We built us a throne
They gave one block
We made it a home (yeah)
[Verse 3]
I ain’t here to flex, I’m here for confession
Every lil scar got a whole life lesson
I done seen fiends show more affection
Than men in suits who control elections
I done took things that I can’t give back
Crossed some lines I can’t unpack
But I still hold on to the kid in the mirror
Tell him, “One more day, it’ll get a bit clearer”
Put my hand on the Bible, other on the pack
Torn between heaven and the homies in the back
Tryna be a man, but the rent need cash
So I ask myself, “Will this love still last?”
If I leave this block, will they call me fake?
If I stay too long, will I fall from grace?
Either way, I gotta face what I face
So I lace my shoes and I pray on the way
[Chorus]
This life left stains on my soul (stains on my soul)
Cold in the crib, so we hugging the stove
I been outside where the angels don’t go
Pain in my veins, but I move like I’m whole
Drugs in the bag, but the hurt in my head
Try to feel alive while we flirting with death
Pray for a change, but the block need bread
So we risk that
Style
rapgritty boom-bap drumswarm but dusty piano loopdeep bassline. male vocals with a wornconversational tone; hook stacks subtle auto-tuned harmonies for lift. verses stay close and intimatealmost whispered at timesthen rise into a rawshouted energy on key lines. occasional distant vocal chops and siren textures to paint the streets; mix centers the storytellingwith ad-libs tucked just behind the lead.hip hoppoetry
Prompt
Hood poetry song for the streets about pain drugs and life, male, rap, hip hop, 3 minutes long
Credits
Prompt by
Ech0Seth
Ech0SethGeneratedJan 29, 2026
ModelAria v5
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