Do You Hear Me?

(Intro – Spoken, Over Sparse, Gritty Beat) It’s quiet up here. Not peace—just quiet. I’m shoutin’, but... Do you hear me? (Verse 1) They see the ghost, not the shadow I leave behind. Feel the ripple, not the weight it takes to move. The grind? That’s all they respect. But the pain? Nah, they skip that part. South Side taught me silence, But silence ain’t strength—it’s survival. I’m loud in the ways they can’t measure, But they only respond to the echo. I’m buildin’, stackin’, drownin’ in wins. But wins don’t answer back. You ever been surrounded, yet unseen? Ever shouted in a room full of people And felt like you were the only one there? (Hook – Spoken/Minimal) Do you hear me? Not the noise, not the legend. Do you hear me? (Verse 2) They love the ghost stories. Love the mystery, the myth. But they don’t ask what it costs. They don’t ask what it takes to disappear. Fame feels like a shadow. It stretches out in front of you— Long, proud, untouchable. But it’s not you, It’s the absence of light. I’m screamin’ at walls, Buildin’ thrones out of static, Askin’ myself if this is what I wanted. The grind’s addictive, But who am I without it? (Hook – Distorted, Fragmented) Do you hear me? Do you feel me? Or just the weight I leave behind? (Bridge – Spoken, Reflective) South Side made me loud. But I move quiet. That’s the problem. I’m a ghost because I made myself one. But even ghosts get tired of being unseen. (Verse 3 – Raw and Uneven) Fame don’t hit like they told you it would. It’s cold. It’s quiet. It’s a stage built from stone With no one in the crowd. Every beat I spit is truth. Every move is survival. But man, truth gets heavy When no one’s carrying it with you. The silence—it don’t break. It just stretches, Fills the room like smoke, Makes you think you’re suffocating Even when you’re not. I don’t need applause. Don’t need cheers. But damn... Sometimes, I just need someone to say they hear me. (Hook – Whispered, Layered with Static) Do you hear me? Not the ghost, Not the story. Do you hear me? (Outro – Spoken, Over Fading Beat) Maybe I’m too loud. Or maybe I’m just screaming In a language they don’t understand. (Beat fades to silence, leaving faint static) [+] Artificial Flavor Records | @artificialflavor Lyrics: © 2025 Artificial Flavor Records
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