(Intro – humming melody with acoustic guitar and soft 808s)
Mm-mm…
Yeah, yeah…
We still here, though…
Still breathin’… yeah.
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(Verse 1)
Mama workin’ doubles down in Jackson,
Clockin’ out late, no relaxin’.
Fridge half full, but the faith on full,
Bills got teeth and the rent got pull.
Flint got rust in the baby’s cup,
Still pour love when the pain too much.
Chiraq cold, but the heat don’t miss,
Name on a shirt when you blink like this.
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(Hook – catchy and soulful)
Still breathin’, still fightin’,
Still dreamin’ with the sirens.
Still standin’ in the firelight,
Even when the world don’t treat us right.
We break, we bend, we bleed—but still,
We climb, we pray, we heal.
Yeah… I’m still—
Still breathin’...
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(Verse 2)
ICE hit Phoenix, took Tía in the dawn,
Kids in the yard yellin', “Mama, she gone.”
West Virginia got dope in the streams,
But the church doors closed and they sellin’ dreams.
Portland rain on the tents by the tracks,
Eyes full of pain, but they never look back.
Roses grow where the struggle been,
Even lost souls wanna feel like men.
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(Hook – with added layers)
Still breathin’, still fightin’,
Still dreamin’ with the sirens.
Still standin’ in the firelight,
Even when the world don’t treat us right.
We break, we bend, we bleed—but still,
We climb, we pray, we heal.
Yeah… I’m still—
Still breathin’...
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(Bridge – light autotune or vocoder effect)
We ain't numbers, we got names,
We got stories, we got flames.
From Oregon coast to Georgia clay,
We hold on in our own way...
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(Final Hook – choir harmonies behind)
Still breathin’, still fightin’,
Still dreamin’ with the sirens.
Still dancin’ in the firelight,
Even when the world don’t love us right.
We break, we bend, we bleed—but still,
We rise, we shine, we feel.
Yeah… I’m still—
Still breathin’...
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(Drill Verse)
Came from the bottom, we ain’t had much,
Now we talk loud ‘cause they ain’t ask us.
Granny prayed hard, now I stand up,
Ten toes down with my chin tucked.
Rain hit hard in the PDX,
Cops hit hoods, now who we protect?
Young bulls runnin’ with a tag on they chest,
Tryna buy peace but they pay with they breath.
East to the West, we scarred but we smart,
Pain in the beat, but there’s love in the art.
They don’t know life, they just post what they see,
We live that—soul deep, heart on the sleeve.
(Drill Hook – chant style)
Still breathin’!
Ain’t foldin’!
Still reachin’!
Still hopin’!
From the States to the slums to the corners we own,
We the voice in the silence, the crack in the stone!
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SoviSilentHyena
