Dark Days Ahead

rap, Moody 1950s doo-wop sample laced with modern gangsta drums; swing-style piano stabs, upright bass, and muted horns under a thick, head-nod groove, Male vocals in a low, menacing pocket; hushed ad-libs and stacked hook chants in the chorus, Track starts smoky and sparse, then widens with choir-style background harmonies and heavier low-end for a cinematic, end-of-the-world street anthem

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[Intro]
Low brim
Cold glare
Three knocks
Who’s there?
(Yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Leather jacket creaks in the hallway
Cigarette ash on my Jordan 4s
Granddad’s chain on a barcode hoodie
History hanging off convenience store doors

Black Buick slow by the projects
Chrome grin catching that funeral sun
Whole block praying on a food stamp promise
Whole squad living like the war’s begun

They said blessed are the meek, but they starve first
Gun talk tucked in a goodnight prayer
Mama stir stew with the last of the paycheck
Says, “Baby, faith,” but her eyes say, “Despair”

[Chorus]
Dark days ahead
But we still throw that bro hug, both arms, forehead pressed
If this world comes for my blood, you can take my breath
‘Cause the streets already told us we were born half-dead
Dark days ahead
Dark days ahead

[Verse 2]
We laugh like villains in a drive‑in movie
Popcorn bucket full of rolled‑up sins
You say, “If I die, put a gold tooth on me”
I say, “If I live, you gon’ ride ‘til the end”

Neon “OPEN” sign on a boarded‑up window
Dice game shaking on a milk crate throne
Cousin in cuffs on a cracked‑screen FaceTime
Says, “Don’t waste tears, just protect our home”

We hug like armor in a liquor store parking lot
Hard grip, back slap, then a stare too long
You whisper, “If I go, keep my name in your mouth”
I say, “We don’t lose kings, we rename the song”

[Bridge]
If it’s sirens or violins when the curtain falls (who knows?)
If it’s concrete halos or county walls
We gon’ stand ten toes in the end‑time weather
Two cracked hearts, stitched up in leather

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[Intro] Low brim Cold glare Three knocks Who’s there? (Yeah…) [Verse 1] Leather jacket creaks in the hallway Cigarette ash on my Jordan 4s Granddad’s chain on a barcode hoodie History hanging off convenience store doors Black Buick slow by the projects Chrome grin catching that funeral sun Whole block praying on a food stamp promise Whole squad living like the war’s begun They said blessed are the meek, but they starve first Gun talk tucked in a goodnight prayer Mama stir stew with the last of the paycheck Says, “Baby, faith,” but her eyes say, “Despair” [Chorus] Dark days ahead But we still throw that bro hug, both arms, forehead pressed If this world comes for my blood, you can take my breath ‘Cause the streets already told us we were born half-dead Dark days ahead Dark days ahead [Verse 2] We laugh like villains in a drive‑in movie Popcorn bucket full of rolled‑up sins You say, “If I die, put a gold tooth on me” I say, “If I live, you gon’ ride ‘til the end” Neon “OPEN” sign on a boarded‑up window Dice game shaking on a milk crate throne Cousin in cuffs on a cracked‑screen FaceTime Says, “Don’t waste tears, just protect our home” We hug like armor in a liquor store parking lot Hard grip, back slap, then a stare too long You whisper, “If I go, keep my name in your mouth” I say, “We don’t lose kings, we rename the song” [Chorus] Dark days ahead But we still throw that bro hug, both arms, forehead pressed If this world comes for my blood, you can take my breath ‘Cause the streets already told us we were born half-dead Dark days ahead Dark days ahead [Bridge] If it’s sirens or violins when the curtain falls (who knows?) If it’s concrete halos or county walls We gon’ stand ten toes in the end‑time weather Two cracked hearts, stitched up in leather [Chorus] Dark days ahead But we still throw that bro hug, both arms, forehead pressed If this world comes for my blood, you can take my breath ‘Cause the streets already told us we were born half-dead Dark days ahead Dark days ahead (yeah) Dark days ahead

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