Lyrics
[Verse]
Broken clocks tickin', streets are slick with the spill
Oil in the gutters, dreams drownin’ in the swill
Empty shelves in the market, hunger got a grip
Kids dodgin' bullets where the swings used to dip
Smoke clouds kiss the sun, the sky lookin’ bruised
Factories coughin' up the air we abuse
Pavement cracked, it mirrors my soul
Chasin' scraps while they feast on gold
[Chorus]
Crisis groove, we dance through the flames
Spinnin’ on the edge, playin’ their games
No water, no bread, no safety, no shame
Crisis groove, still screamin' their names
[Verse 2]
Rivers run dry, but the greed still flows
Politicians cash checks while the chaos grows
Food fights in the alleys, war’s on the plate
The rich dine in towers, the poor chew on fate
Safety's a mirage, a ghost in the haze
Every corner a gamble, every step’s a maze
Resources depleted, the future’s a drought
But we march to the beat, no doubt, no doubt
[Bridge]
They build their castles, we’re left in the sand
Power in their pockets, blood on their hands
But this rhythm don’t stop, it shakes their throne
We turn ashes to anthems, reclaim the zone
Style
rapsharp horn stabsincorporating soulful background harmonies for emphasis.hip hopand driving drum grooves. the vocals ride the beat with confident deliverysoulfunkblending syncopated basslinesenvironmentalfunk-infused hip hop with a hard edge
Prompt
Funk, soul hip hop rap dance music about the ongoing economic and environmental crisis. Social injustices. Resource wars, oil, food and water depletion. Safety. The street is not safe. Hard,Confident
Credits
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AudioRiff971GeneratedSep 19, 2025
ModelAria v4
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