Hold the Sky #soundseasons

https://x.com/BoomBoomRaps https://www.youtube.com/@TheRealBoomBoom #soundseasons Hold the Sky Boom Boom The Witness HQ Audio and motion comic found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqk7zzJZv6g [[Intro]] If the world must crack, let it crack through us, never past us. One pulse, one drum, no labels, embers clutched in calloused hands. I don’t rap for rescue; I rap to remember we were never stranded. Kneel where wind still listens, rise and march with its anthem. [[Verse 1]] Mama’s hands split on mop‑water midnights, Whispered alchemy through bleach and dim lights. Sirens sang lullabies, bells flipped to war beats, Hope stitched in denim, heirlooms from sore streets. Joy pawned for a weapon, a dare in cold air, Pain rinsed in neon, smoke choking the prayer. Cupped their ashes like seeds in my fist, spoke every name till the silence dismissed. Laid lilies by rails, copper prayers unheard, Headlines fell quiet; we carried each word. Rust and rain can’t drown our resolve, Gunpowder turned bass, rhythms evolve. Bars thread ribs, kick restarting faith, Snare drums heal wounds the system erased. Rising like steam from gutter and grime, Pain turned to melody, scars turned rhyme. [[Hook 1]] Hold the sky, even when your arms quake, Love the world, even when your heart aches. No crown needed, just a voice that won’t fold, We’re the torch in the cold, our song still bold. [[Verse 2]] Met a mute soul, scars told galaxies, Maps drawn in pain, charting realities. Watched dancers spin barefoot on broken glass, Blood blooms into petals, healing comes fast. Raise this mic, chalice of wildfire grace, Pouring hope over wounds, giving darkness chase. Not a track, it’s a midwife yell, Birthing courage through pain, lifting from hell. At 3 AM, fingers curl round cold steel for peace, Starlight pulses beneath layers of grief. Rhythm binds doubt, tourniquet tight, Bass‑lines whisper truth through the night. Flip trauma to tempo, grief to groove, Scars into songs the world can use. When silence returns, you’ll feel the proof, Seven‑billion hearts sharing one truth. [[Bridge]] They say healers robe in linen white, Mine’s graffiti‑scripted beneath city lights. They claim the world’s gone deaf, yet here I stand, Breath by breath, heart in hand. Every tremor in my throat, a universe of hope, Echoes rebounding off roads worn by smoke. [[Hook 2]] Hold the sky, even when your arms tremble, Love the world, even when the signs all crumble. You need no crown, just a voice unbowed, We burn bright in the cold; our song stays loud. [[Final Lift ]] Hum with me, lungs igniting light, grief exhales, wonder takes flight, Dawn ain’t luck; it’s a vow we ignite, choose to rise, speak it bright. My verses braille for seekers blind, drums revive the pulse of time, Prayers woven through beats refined, healing flows from line to line. No flags, no thrones, no single shrine, Billions of pulses braided as one, Not echo, but origin, beating sun to sun. When chords fade out and echoes resign, you’ll taste sunrise behind your eyes. [[Outro]] Palm to chest, feel that drum? Seven‑billion suns beating as one. You’re not broken, just bending toward light; storms shape trees strong enough to rise. We were born, forged, chosen, to hold the sky.