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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This hallway hums
Old paint, same doors
My shoes stick
To the stories on this floor
Every shadow
Knows my name
Every portrait in the plaster
Says, "stay the same"
My heartbeat taps
Like a nervous code
I keep folding up my courage
Back into its coat
One more breath
One more stall
Tell myself I’m just “deciding”
I’m just scared to fall
[Chorus]
In the corridor of hesitation
All my doubts line up in rows
They whisper, "standing still
Is safer than what you don't know"
But I choose my doubts
Like I choose my friends
If you don't push me forward
You don't get to speak again
[Verse 2]
One voice says, "quit"
One voice says, "run"
Another voice jokes soft,
"Failure might be fun"
They float like dust
In a crooked beam
Little tiny liars
In my self-esteem
So I talk back low,
"Who sent you here?"
"Who paid you in panic?
Who fed you my fear?"
If you ain't built
From truth and care
You don't ride on my shoulder
You don't get that chair
[Chorus]
In the corridor of hesitation
All my doubts line up in rows
They whisper, "standing still
Is safer than what you don't know"
But I choose my doubts
Like I choose my friends
If you don't push me forward
You don't get to speak again
[Bridge]
Some doubts guard me (mm)
From the same old scars
Some doubts chain me
To the same old bars
So I sift them slow
Like blues in my cup
If you don't help me grow
You don't get to show up
[Chorus]
In the corridor of hesitation
All my doubts line up in rows
They whisper, "standing still
Is safer than what you don't know"
But I choose my doubts
Like I choose my friends
If you don't walk beside me
You don't get a say again
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty hip hop blues, swung drums and upright bass locking a lazy pocket. Male vocals, half-sung half-spoken verses with close-mic grit; chorus opens with gospel-style harmonies and a bent electric guitar line. Organ pads and vinyl crackle build warmth; final hook rides a stripped groove that lets the vocal hang in the air., hip hop, blues
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
the corridor of hesitation. every step inword is met with doubts. they echo softly trying to convince you that staying still is better than becoming. choose your doubts very carefully
hip hop blues
