Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Chains in the dirt
Names in the dust
Tried to write us off
But we walk like trust
[Verse 1]
Granddaddy picked fields
Hands cut
Back sore
Still hid a card game
In the shack back door
Mama in the kitchen
Turn scraps into a feast
Laugh so loud
Make a choir out the least
[Chorus]
We the Smith famiz
We survive
We got the funk
We stay alive (yeah)
They strapped us down
We broke that line
Blood in the soil
But the soul still shine
Smith famiz will survive
[Verse 2]
From the boat to the block
Same eyes
New chains
Swap the cotton for the concrete
Different hustle
Same pain
But that groove in the bones
Make the whole place jump
Turn a whip crack story
To a freedom stomp
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Hands up
Head high
They pressed
We rise
Tried to bend our spine
But they can’t touch the drive
From the fields to the corner
To the front of the stage
We rewrite that script
Flip the end of the page
[Chorus]
Style
funkcinematic 70s blaxploitation soul-funk: tight wah-wah guitar over deeprubbery bass and hard-snapping pocket drums. dramatic brass hits and flute stabs trade with call-and-response backing vocals. verses gritty and narrativechorus chant-like and defiantwith gang-shouted hooks and ad-libs. male vocalsswaggering leadstacked harmonies on the title line.soulthemedramaticdeep
Prompt
1970s blaxploitation soul-funk theme inspired by gritty street cinema, wah-wah guitars, deep bass, dramatic horns African American slaves : no we got the funk: strapped: smith famizwill survive!
Credits
Prompt by
Wawee
WaweeGeneratedDec 23, 2025
ModelAria v5
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