

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1] Mama said pain got a way of turnin’ boys into storms, I was sleepin’ on hope, cardboard dreams on the floorboards. Life taught me math—every loss got a cost, Every win feel borrowed, every line feel crossed. Tryna raise my son while I’m raisin’ my voice, Tryna build a better path but the devil invoice. I’ve been prayin’ so long I forgot how to breathe, But I’m still holdin’ on like a promise up my sleeve. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I walk slow ’cause the truth hit harder, I talk low when the nights get darker. If love don’t heal, then the hurt gon’ teach— And what it don’t fix, it gon’ leave. ⸻ [Chorus] Cold floors, closed doors, I rise anyway. Heart torn, mind worn, still fight every day. If the world want war, then I’m standin’ in place— ’Cause the ones I love need more than my face. ⸻ [Verse 2] Daddy never showed me what a man really was, So I learned from the silence and the things he never does. Had to carry whole worlds that ain’t fit on my back, Turned sweat into scripture, turned pain into fact. I been runnin’ from the person I was scared to become, Till I found that the mirror only shows who you run from. So I stopped, took a breath, let the truth unfold— A closed mouth breaks hearts, open wounds turn cold. ⸻ [Bridge] If I fall, let me land where the light don’t fade. If I break, let me heal in the space I made. If I cry, let it water what I can’t replace— ’Cause every tear got a story I ain’t scared to face. ⸻ [Chorus] Cold floors, closed doors, I rise anyway. Heart torn, mind worn, still fight every day. If the world want war, then I’m standin’ in place— ’Cause the ones I love need more than my face.
Tags
rap, hip hop, trap, hard hitting 808s, storytelling hip hop, gritty
2:06
No
12/9/2025