Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Heartbeat in my ears Dust on my teeth Dog tags on the dresser War under my skin [Verse 1] Woke up with the sirens in my jawline Nightmares doing laps in the daylight Metal in my mouth, taste of halftime Enemy within, I’m the landmine Paint on the mask, but it’s cracking Hands still shake when I’m laughing Every step feels booby-trapped Still I lace my boots, adapt [Pre-Chorus] Who’s gonna pull me from the wreckage? (yeah) When I’m the one swinging the wrecking ball Bruised but I’m building a weapon Out of every time I crawled [Chorus] I rise From the blood, from the mud, from the silence I rise Every scar, every mark is a riot I’ve been dragged through the fire, still my fists stay high You can bury my body, but my name won’t die I rise (I rise, I rise, I rise) [Verse 2] Banners in the smoke, they be watching Thrones made of glass, I be marching They wrote me off, wrote obituaries But I write back, big, in the margins Ash on my boots, I’m a storm front Turn my fear to a war drum Heart on my sleeve like a target Take that aim, I’ll restart it [Pre-Chorus] Who’s gonna crown me in the ashes? (hey) When I’m the one lighting the match again Hurt but I turn it to matches Building bonfires from my pain [Chorus] I rise From the blood, from the mud, from the silence I rise Every scar, every mark is a riot I’ve been dragged through the fire, still my fists stay high You can bury my body, but my name won’t die I rise (I rise, I rise, I rise) [Bridge] [Beat drops to heartbeat, low vocal] Knees to the ground, then I stand up slow If I fall right now, then I fall in rows If they cut me down, ten more grow (I’m not alone, I’m not alone) [Chant] Rise up Hands up Eyes up Line up Ribs drum War song We don’t Stay gone [Chorus] I rise From the blood, from the mud, from the silence I rise Every scar, every mark is a riot I’ve been dragged through the fire, still my fists stay high You can bury my body, but my name won’t die I rise (I rise, I rise, I rise)
Tags
rap, Alt-pop war anthem with male vocals over huge cinematic drums, serrated guitars, and deep sub swells. Verses ride a dark, swaggering hip-hop pocket with tight hats and ominous pads; pre-chorus strips to heartbeat kick and filtered bass. Chorus explodes into chant-filled gang vocals, wide synths, and stomping toms, with distorted ad-libs cutting through. Final hook adds octave-doubled lead and extra choir layers for a towering finish., male vocals, deep, hip-hop, pop, dance pop, rock
Duration
3:20
Instrumental
No
Created
3/20/2026