◢◤◢◤◢ MECHA MUSIC ◥◣◥◣◥ BOUNCE • BASS • RAVE 🎧 Follow for new releases 🎬 HOOK Video: [LINK] 🔁 Remix / Cover welcome 🛠️ Producer help available 💣 BOMBER RECORDS ◢◤◢◤◢ MECHA MUSIC ◥◣◥◣◥ [Intro: no vocals, dark piano, church bells, distant gospel choir, street ambience, cathedral reverb, holy but gritty atmosphere] [Verse 1: gritty emotional UK drill rap, raw hood story, survival, guilt, struggle, redemption starting to appear] Came from a place where the sirens sing louder than choirs Cold nights, no heat, just a house full of tired Mum said pray, but the streets had me wired Trying to pay bills while my soul caught fire I was young with a weight on my chest No peace in my head, no sleep, no rest Bills kept coming, had pain in the flesh Did wrong for the money, now I live with regret I seen good hearts turn stone in the rain Brothers lose light tryna run from the pain Pocket full of pressure, head full of shame Everybody wanted out but we stayed in the game I ain’t proud of the path that I walked Dark roads, closed doors, real pain when I talked Had God in my ear but the block was loud Now I’m looking for light through the smoke and the clouds I was trapped in the cycle, stuck in survival Bible on the shelf but the streets was my idol Then I heard music like a call from the sky Like the Lord put a beat in my chest to survive I was trapped in the cycle, stuck in survival Bible on the shelf but the streets was my idol Then I heard music like a call from the sky Like the Lord put a beat in my chest to survive n I heard music like a call from the sky hope where the bassline breathed Put pain in the rhythm, let the old me leave Had scars on my hands, had dirt on my sleeve But grace came down when I dropped to my knees I don’t wanna run with the wolves no more Don’t wanna hear knocks at the door no more Don’t wanna see mum cry poor no more I’m building with music, not war no more Every bar that I write is a scar I heal Every kick, every snare make the pain feel real I was chasing quick cash, now I’m chasing God’s will From the hood to the booth, I was chosen still They said I’d be lost, they said I’d be gone But the choir got loud when the bass came on I turned my wrongs into fuel for the song Now I walk with faith and I stand up strong No halo yet, I’m still in the fight Still got demons tryna pull me at night But I see one path and it’s covered in light Music my calling, God gave me the mic I was trapped in the cycle, stuck in survival Bible on the shelf but the streets was my idol Then I heard music like a call from the sky
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