Never Give Up!

rap, acoustic hip-hop, drill-rap, boom-bap, hypnotic-riff, elektro-punk, underground-rap

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Go bed too late, wake up too soon,
heavy eyes, still stuck in the same loop.
Work mode on, no breaks in sight,
no brakes, no silence, just grind all night.

Gotta be on time just to feel alive,
do what I love when the pressure slides.
When I’m done it’s me and you,
sit down, debrief, let the whole day move.

Hour by hour, I tell you my day,
too complex, same circle, different face.
You say “talk to me, don’t rush, don’t stall,”
if I miss details, send a mail, that’s calm.

Brain on repeat, static in my head,
something needs fixing — not now, not yet.
First comes work, last comes sleep,
last point today turns first next week.

I will never, never,
I will never, never,
I will never, never give up.

Full throttle at red lights, no delay,
2 a.m. road, I’m gone my way.
Phone glow flashing, eyes off track,
mad thoughts racing, mind attacks.

Hands stay busy, mirror check,
cars behind me lose respect.
Bumper kissing, temper rise,
one step closer, I snap inside.

Inner voice yelling “bruv, shut it down,”
coffee in, pour it out on the ground.
Horn like “what you saying, wanna clash?”
He thinks it’s beef, I’m just stuck in the dash.

I’m ready, yeah I’m set,
for this loop of time and silent debt.
Civil, simple, play your role,
(so-so-so hard when the system’s cold).

Company car, righteous face,
boss looks once, keeps the pace.
Colleague says “cover me quick,”
next morning back, same script.

“More money? Can we push some more?”
What luxury did I lose before?
I don’t stress — yeah right, joke,
ha-ha, safe life, tightly roped.

Typical cycle, civil control,
typical cycle, trained to the bone.
People in circles, tidy and tame,
they fade away ‘cause they can’t live my lane.

Eyes on the small ones, small noise crew,
small town stages, big dreams too.
Scapegoats framed by a broken law,
your voice got weight — don’t let ‘em tell you it’s not.

I see through games, I’m no fake,
promises thin, erasers scraped.
Done with elite schools, wine spit tests,
waste everywhere, control obsessed.

Random search, here we go again,
red pen boredom, mark the men.
Water in bag? Not allowed — mad,
rip the ticket, confetti blast.

Shouldn’t let me in, now I’m out,
burnt state, still boxed in routes.
Feel like a bomb stuck gate-side,
said it calm, said it clean, no lie.

Keys and screens, write a tune,
sound stays slick like a puma move.
Grab the mic, speakers loud,
now you hear me, cut through crowd.

Passengers, comrades, pain-trained minds,
slow-paced pacifists — tell the liars it’s design.
End of the record, truth lands clean,
you’ll know what it is, you’ll know what I mean.

You hear me, love? Thirty for us,
give me space, give me time, give trust.
Leaving graveyards of fear and doubt,
living half a life? I’m out.

Living just a little ain’t enough,
never justified, never love.
‘Cause I-I-I swear it’s true:
I will never, never, never give up.

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Go bed too late, wake up too soon, heavy eyes, still stuck in the same loop. Work mode on, no breaks in sight, no brakes, no silence, just grind all night. Gotta be on time just to feel alive, do what I love when the pressure slides. When I’m done it’s me and you, sit down, debrief, let the whole day move. Hour by hour, I tell you my day, too complex, same circle, different face. You say “talk to me, don’t rush, don’t stall,” if I miss details, send a mail, that’s calm. Brain on repeat, static in my head, something needs fixing — not now, not yet. First comes work, last comes sleep, last point today turns first next week. I will never, never, I will never, never, I will never, never give up. Full throttle at red lights, no delay, 2 a.m. road, I’m gone my way. Phone glow flashing, eyes off track, mad thoughts racing, mind attacks. Hands stay busy, mirror check, cars behind me lose respect. Bumper kissing, temper rise, one step closer, I snap inside. Inner voice yelling “bruv, shut it down,” coffee in, pour it out on the ground. Horn like “what you saying, wanna clash?” He thinks it’s beef, I’m just stuck in the dash. I’m ready, yeah I’m set, for this loop of time and silent debt. Civil, simple, play your role, (so-so-so hard when the system’s cold). Company car, righteous face, boss looks once, keeps the pace. Colleague says “cover me quick,” next morning back, same script. “More money? Can we push some more?” What luxury did I lose before? I don’t stress — yeah right, joke, ha-ha, safe life, tightly roped. Typical cycle, civil control, typical cycle, trained to the bone. People in circles, tidy and tame, they fade away ‘cause they can’t live my lane. Eyes on the small ones, small noise crew, small town stages, big dreams too. Scapegoats framed by a broken law, your voice got weight — don’t let ‘em tell you it’s not. I see through games, I’m no fake, promises thin, erasers scraped. Done with elite schools, wine spit tests, waste everywhere, control obsessed. Random search, here we go again, red pen boredom, mark the men. Water in bag? Not allowed — mad, rip the ticket, confetti blast. Shouldn’t let me in, now I’m out, burnt state, still boxed in routes. Feel like a bomb stuck gate-side, said it calm, said it clean, no lie. Keys and screens, write a tune, sound stays slick like a puma move. Grab the mic, speakers loud, now you hear me, cut through crowd. Passengers, comrades, pain-trained minds, slow-paced pacifists — tell the liars it’s design. End of the record, truth lands clean, you’ll know what it is, you’ll know what I mean. You hear me, love? Thirty for us, give me space, give me time, give trust. Leaving graveyards of fear and doubt, living half a life? I’m out. Living just a little ain’t enough, never justified, never love. ‘Cause I-I-I swear it’s true: I will never, never, never give up.

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