#SongTwister - 14: Look Up Olympus

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/storytellerz !! Über 875 Aktive Mitglieder !! ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ #SONGTWISTER - a StoryTellerZ miniEvent ! Round 14: A Random Song about Random short story made by Legend´s ! BACKGROUND MASTER: ------------------------------------------ Story by @nasty343 <- !! Meta-Tag´s by /// None ///<- !! Style Prompt by @project_sky_castle <- !! ------------------------------------------ ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ [Intro / @xxsp1derxx] Über unseren Köpfen glänzt Olympus ... für uns bleibt nur der Müll. Die Möchtegern-Götter wohnen oben ... und wir ... sterben hier unten jeden Tag. Doch selbst in dieser kaputten Welt zündet manchmal ein Funke Hoffnung ... Oder eine Granate die uns killt. [Verse 1 / @eqvirther] Olympus sells balcony heavens on the bar-screen above cheap liquor and smoke, up there they junk broken cars; down here a hospital roof splits open from the drop. I learned to count the years by impact, each crater branded with unpaid rent, ran product down stairwells at fourteen, prayed only to exits and descent. Tonight one chipped secret rides in a tailored pocket far above this block, I take it and their sky-hab tightens, boardroom voices knot around panic. They drink engineered weather in hanging gardens, let my whole district burn in a bet, down here we weld their falling wrecks to rifles and charge interest on every threat. [Pre-Chorus / @lijanna] Olympus up high, clean sky, out of reach. Down here it’s grit first, then the concrete’s speech. I stay quick, stay light, read streets by feel — ’cause slow feet die fast when the rules aren’t real. [Chorus / @lijanna] Look up — that’s Olympus, gleaming and clean. Up there they shine, but down here it’s lean. Look up — the Concers rule wide, and they cut this divide. Trash hits hard — no warning, no shame, carajo… they act like we don’t have a name. And Choomba… two worlds split clean with no bridge between — lights snap, dust stirs, and we slip unseen. Look up, my friend — keep your head high, keep your edges keen. [Post-Chorus / @lijanna] If they throw hell down, we shift the line — quick thought, fast stride — that’s how we stay alive. [Verse 2 / @project_2501] They call me Alex, Alex the merc. Another poor jerk, doing dirt work Gov‘s dead‘n‘gone since forty five Quick‘n‘smart or you don’t survive Been a street kid since I was fourteen Dealin with grit, my daily routine So my ma‘ had something to eat guinea pig of that corpo shit [Bridge / @tsaandra] Sometimes he wondered in the quiet hours Was it worth having his soul devoured By the crime, the grime, the blood on his hands A meaningless life – no family, no friends They say, “All that glitters isn’t gold,” Yet without money, you won’t grow old. [Chorus / @lijanna] Look up — that’s Olympus, gleaming and clean. Up there they shine, but down here it’s lean. Look up — the Concers rule wide, and they cut this divide. Trash hits hard — no warning, no shame, carajo… they act like we don’t have a name. And Choomba… two worlds split clean with no bridge between — lights snap, dust stirs, and we slip unseen. Look up, my friend — keep your head high, keep your edges keen. [Post-Chorus / @lijanna] If they throw hell down, we shift the line — quick thought, fast stride — that’s how we stay alive. [Outro / @xxsp1derxx] Vielleicht bringt uns der nächste Job wieder ein Stück näher ans Licht. Oder tiefer in den Dreck, der uns schon längst verschlungen hat. In einer Welt ohne Gnade zählt nur, wer stehen bleibt. Und ob wir fallen – das entscheidet kein Gott, sondern ... der nächste Auftrag.