Lil’Punky

Lil’Punky [Intro – spoken, mocking] This is story’s Lil’Punky. A good boy… but a bad blood. [energic instrumental with rythmic] [Verse 1 – fast, rap-like flow, breathless] Born in the Muggle block, raised on busted streetlights, little wandless wonder in a world that bites. Got the letter at eleven, thought he’d finally belong, but Hufflepuff halls never fixed what was wrong. Kids whispered “Mudblood” like a curse in the dark, he learned to smile with a bruise and a spark. Teachers said he dreamed too loud, lived too fast, Council said a kid like him would never last. So he slipped to Knockturn, shadows thicker than sin, where nobody cared ’bout the blood in his skin. Picked up tricks, quick hands, quick eyes, stealing time more than trinkets, dodging pureblood lies. Sleeping on crates, learning names of the night, trading jokes, trading punches, trading magic for fight. He wasn’t wicked, just worn, half-wild, half-broke, a good kid choking on the rules he never spoke. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – hoarse, rising] He just wanted someone to say his name, someone to tell him he wasn’t to blame. Little heart beating in a world too loud, little punk trying to make his mom proud. ⸻ [Chorus – shouted with crowd chants] Lil’ Punky, Lil’ Punky, he’s a decent kid, you know— never stole a bag of candy, just a bottle or two to let it go. ’Cause he wasn’t the boy they wanted, just the boy the streets would hold. ⸻ [Verse 2 – faster, rap-like delivery, gritty] He learned the tricks from the alley rats, sharing smokes with thugs in crooked flats. Caught a hex once, stitched his own skin, laughed it off, said, “Pain’s where life begins.” Pureblood brats in their gold-trimmed cloaks, pretended he didn’t exist till he cracked their jokes. He’d smile crooked, hands shoved deep, playing tough ’cause tough was cheap. Pocketed coins just to make it through, stole bread, stole warmth, stole chances too. Never took more than life would spare, never hit first — swear he didn’t dare. He loved too much, too fast, too young, carved hope in scars across his lungs. Still said “hi” to every stray he met, ’cause kindness was the only magic he kept. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – hoarse, harsher] He just wanted someone to call him home, someone to say he wasn’t alone. _______ [Chorus – shouted with crowd chants] Lil’ Punky, Lil’ Punky, he’s a decent kid, you know— never stole a bag of candy, just a bottle or two to let it go. ’Cause he wasn’t the boy they wanted, just the boy the streets would hold. ⸻ [Bridge – explosive guitar solo + aggressive vocals] If someone had held his shaking hands, maybe he’d have grown into a better man. If someone had said “you’re enough, stay strong,” maybe he wouldn’t have learned to live so wrong. But he kept his smile stitched with hope, held on to dreams that couldn’t cope. Little heart bruised but never sunk, he was gentle — even when the world called him punk. [Guitar solo – distorted, chaotic, feedback-heavy] ⸻ [Final Chorus – shouted to breaking point, full crowd chanting] Lil’ Punky, Lil’ Punky, he’s a decent kid, you know— never stole a bag of candy, just a bottle or two to let it go. ’Cause he wasn’t the boy they wanted, just the boy the streets would hold. [Outro – spoken, raspy laugh fading] Lil’ Punky, Lil’ Punky… world was cruel — but he was gold.