✧ BRICKZ ✧ - ʜᵒᵖᵉ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿ

Verse 1 Raised where the rent rate escalates quicker than hope does, single mom double shifts balancing bills that won’t budge. Hallways reeking of bleach, cheap reefer and cold lunch, “gifted and bright” but the cupboards were bone-dust. Sixteen — groomed by a man with a plan and a gold touch, sold her a dream with a grin and a slow clutch. First it was roses and poses and road trips, then it was doorframes absorbing her whole ribs. Makeup for cover-up, hoodie for hideaway, learning to segment the pain in a quiet way. Said it was normal, “relationships vibrate,” normalize violence and call it a bad day. Split her identity, publicly fine, privately minimizing permanent signs. When survival depends on rewriting the lines, you shrink what is yours and expand what is mine. All that’s left fly awaaay… Verse 2 He disappeared — debt like a fingerprint, landlord pounding like judgment and rent. Contacts in her phone but the signal was bent, care has a lifespan and hers had been spent. Self-medicate sedatives settling nerves, chemicals editing what memory serves. Said it’s experimental, recreational blur, til numb became baseline and baseline turned worse. Cash flow fractional, options collapsible, morals get practical when hunger gets tactical. First night rationalized, “temporary lapse,” third month mechanical — body detached. Transactional intimacy, clinically cold, separate spirit from skin you’ve been sold. Dissociate gently, don’t question, don’t fold, just function efficiently, don’t feel, just hold. Hook Hope ran thin, lungs won’t stay — All that’s left fly awaaay… Outro (Societal Punch) They’ll say she was fragile. They’ll say she chose. They’ll never chart what pressure grows. No one tracks the thousand cuts. Just the headline when the body drops. Cities don’t break people. They grind them slow. And call it personal.