Here you are, man. (Remastered) x Battle Horn (Remastered) (Mashup)

ere you are, man.  
My kid.  
I’m here.

Another week, another rough beat, no sleep — echoes creep, they cut so deep.  
You hold on tight, keep fire alight, sanity whispers: “You’ll take flight.”

Here you are, son — my kid, my blood.  
You just needed a moment; I’ll lift you above.  
Timing was never right, nothing came easy,  
but you chilled through storms, fearless, breezy.  
Shadows chase but fade from view, daylight calls — it’s breaking through.  
Break the frame, don’t be subdued — run to the light, they can’t capture you!

We’re both tired of fake smiles and pleasing,  
but even the hardest men bleed when they’re bleeding.  
Remember, son, stoic as you stand,  
a real man’s not afraid to cry, to show his hand.  
Walls closing in, can’t breathe within, the noise outside crawls under skin.  
Truth bends like glass, reflection’s thin — who am I if I don’t win?

Here you are, man — my kid, my son.  
You don’t fight alone; I’m the fucking one.  
It’s okay to break, it’s okay to cry,  
strong men fall, but they still rise.

Every step you take, every move you stake, dark voices twist — they can’t break.  
Vision shakes, heartstrings quake, hold that spark — it’s all you make.  
Silence breaks in promise’s flame, tomorrow calls you by your name.

Life ain’t fair — it’ll beat you down,  
but you grind like hell, you won’t drown.  
You fight to the end, swing for the bout,  
win or lose, son — you gave all, no doubt.  
Footsteps pound loud, crowd sounds proud, dreams ignite where shadows bowed.  
In heat of fight, you find your sight, the night ignites with victory’s light.

Mirror cracked, now I see me — scars on glass, but they set me free.  
All that doubt, all that fear — I built my crown from what I hear.  
No shame in scars, they’re proof you stood,  
regardless of the outcome, you’ve done all you could.

Listen, boy — I’ve got your back.  
(That’s when pulse turns flame, and the fire roars from pain.)  
Stop hiding weakness; I see through the cracks.  
(Mirror cracked, now I see me — scars on glass, but they set me free.)

In the end, I’m with you ‘til I die.  
So fuck the silence — speak, don’t lie.  
Don’t be shy, don’t stay quiet,  
don’t be someone else — live your riot.  
‘Cause if you don’t speak, if you don’t fight…  
I’m not the silence — I am the fight.

Here you are, man — my kid, my pride.  
You just needed a moment; I’m here, your guide.  
You hold on tight, keep fire alight, the world spins fast — you still ignite.  
Another beat, another dream in view — every scar became something true.

Break the frame, don’t fade from view —  
run through the storm, they can’t stop you!  
Rise from the clash, from the ash reborn, your soul resounds like a battle horn.

Here you are, man — my kid, my son.  
You don’t fight alone; I’m the fucking one.  
It’s okay to break, it’s okay to cry,  
strong men fall, but they still rise.

Echoes fade to dawn’s parade, whispers fall where triumph’s laid.  
It’s yours to claim, your voice remains, above the noise, above the chains.  
No silence now, no dark remains, your steps write light in history’s veins.  
Your echo sings victory’s creed — you’re the spark the world will need.

Anytime you need to be you — be you.  
And when you need me, I’ve got your back too.  
Forever, son… don’t ever forget.  
[whisper] Motherfucker… I got you.

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ere you are, man. My kid. I’m here. Another week, another rough beat, no sleep — echoes creep, they cut so deep. You hold on tight, keep fire alight, sanity whispers: “You’ll take flight.” Here you are, son — my kid, my blood. You just needed a moment; I’ll lift you above. Timing was never right, nothing came easy, but you chilled through storms, fearless, breezy. Shadows chase but fade from view, daylight calls — it’s breaking through. Break the frame, don’t be subdued — run to the light, they can’t capture you! We’re both tired of fake smiles and pleasing, but even the hardest men bleed when they’re bleeding. Remember, son, stoic as you stand, a real man’s not afraid to cry, to show his hand. Walls closing in, can’t breathe within, the noise outside crawls under skin. Truth bends like glass, reflection’s thin — who am I if I don’t win? Here you are, man — my kid, my son. You don’t fight alone; I’m the fucking one. It’s okay to break, it’s okay to cry, strong men fall, but they still rise. Every step you take, every move you stake, dark voices twist — they can’t break. Vision shakes, heartstrings quake, hold that spark — it’s all you make. Silence breaks in promise’s flame, tomorrow calls you by your name. Life ain’t fair — it’ll beat you down, but you grind like hell, you won’t drown. You fight to the end, swing for the bout, win or lose, son — you gave all, no doubt. Footsteps pound loud, crowd sounds proud, dreams ignite where shadows bowed. In heat of fight, you find your sight, the night ignites with victory’s light. Mirror cracked, now I see me — scars on glass, but they set me free. All that doubt, all that fear — I built my crown from what I hear. No shame in scars, they’re proof you stood, regardless of the outcome, you’ve done all you could. Listen, boy — I’ve got your back. (That’s when pulse turns flame, and the fire roars from pain.) Stop hiding weakness; I see through the cracks. (Mirror cracked, now I see me — scars on glass, but they set me free.) In the end, I’m with you ‘til I die. So fuck the silence — speak, don’t lie. Don’t be shy, don’t stay quiet, don’t be someone else — live your riot. ‘Cause if you don’t speak, if you don’t fight… I’m not the silence — I am the fight. Here you are, man — my kid, my pride. You just needed a moment; I’m here, your guide. You hold on tight, keep fire alight, the world spins fast — you still ignite. Another beat, another dream in view — every scar became something true. Break the frame, don’t fade from view — run through the storm, they can’t stop you! Rise from the clash, from the ash reborn, your soul resounds like a battle horn. Here you are, man — my kid, my son. You don’t fight alone; I’m the fucking one. It’s okay to break, it’s okay to cry, strong men fall, but they still rise. Echoes fade to dawn’s parade, whispers fall where triumph’s laid. It’s yours to claim, your voice remains, above the noise, above the chains. No silence now, no dark remains, your steps write light in history’s veins. Your echo sings victory’s creed — you’re the spark the world will need. Anytime you need to be you — be you. And when you need me, I’ve got your back too. Forever, son… don’t ever forget. [whisper] Motherfucker… I got you.

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