ashes in the wind
Title: Ashes in the Wind Intro: Yeah… They only see the mask, never what’s behind it. They hear the bass but not the silence. This one’s for the ones who never had a voice. Verse 1: I came up from the cracks, where the light don’t reach, Where your friends turn ghost and the nights don’t sleep. Mama prayed for peace, but my demons preach, And I’m knee-deep in war, where the angels weep. I ain’t choose this life, it just chose my name, Now I walk with a limp from the weight of pain. Every L was a lesson, now I bleed through the page, Put my soul on a beat, now my heart’s in a cage. They see ice on the wrist, not the frost in the chest, I was broke in the crib tryna hold my breath. They want views, I want peace, I don’t care ’bout fame, I want a place where my past don’t call my name. You can flex online, I survived off scraps, Turned a hunger into hunger, now I feast on tracks. This ain’t rap, this a journal with a blade in the spine, Every verse is a cut, every bar’s a sign. Hook: Ashes in the wind, voices in my head, Drill in my blood, pain in my step. Mask on my face, soul full of scars, Still walk like a king in the land of the dark. No love, just loss, no peace, just rage, Grew up too fast, had to learn that way. They don’t know my story, they just see the frame, But I buried ten lives just to earn my name. Verse 2: My bro did ten, came back, eyes numb, Said the world moved on, now he talks to a gun. He don’t smile no more, just stares through time, Like he saw too much and forgot how to cry. I lost friends to the smoke, lost blood to the street, Had dreams of a home but I died on my feet. I ain’t soft, I just seen too much real, Had to laugh at the pain just to know how to heal. Now I’m posted in the cold with a blunt and a thought, And I write like a prophet, every line is a shot. I got demons that dance to the beat of my rage, And I cage 'em in lyrics, let 'em out on the stage. All these rappers talk loud, but they soft in the core, They play war like a game, I was born in the storm. I ain’t here for the clout, I’m just here to confess, So if I die in this booth, let my words do the rest. Hook: Ashes in the wind, voices in my head, Drill in my blood, pain in my step. Mask on my face, soul full of scars, Still walk like a king in the land of the dark. No love, just loss, no peace, just rage, Grew up too fast, had to learn that way. They don’t know my story, they just see the frame, But I buried ten lives just to earn my name. Bridge: Look… I don’t rap to be famous, I rap to breathe, This mic is the last place I still believe. They talk dreams, I talk scars, They want likes, I want stars. If I go today, just play this loud, Let the sky know I never bowed. And if my name fades with time and dust, Then know I stood tall when the world turned rough. Outro: So next time you hear that drill beat knock, Know it’s more than flex and opps. It’s a heart that’s cracked, still tryna speak, It’s pain on a loop, seven days a week. Let me know if you want a version built for performance, studio, or even specific to your own life — we can tailor it deep. Want the beat style to match this too?
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Title: Ashes in the Wind Intro: Yeah… They only see the mask, never what’s behind it. They hear the bass but not the silence. This one’s for the ones who never had a voice. Verse 1: I came up from the cracks, where the light don’t reach, Where your friends turn ghost and the nights don’t sleep. Mama prayed for peace, but my demons preach, And I’m knee-deep in war, where the angels weep. I ain’t choose this life, it just chose my name, Now I walk with a limp from the weight of pain. Every L was a lesson, now I bleed through the page, Put my soul on a beat, now my heart’s in a cage. They see ice on the wrist, not the frost in the chest, I was broke in the crib tryna hold my breath. They want views, I want peace, I don’t care ’bout fame, I want a place where my past don’t call my name. You can flex online, I survived off scraps, Turned a hunger into hunger, now I feast on tracks. This ain’t rap, this a journal with a blade in the spine, Every verse is a cut, every bar’s a sign. Hook: Ashes in the wind, voices in my head, Drill in my blood, pain in my step. Mask on my face, soul full of scars, Still walk like a king in the land of the dark. No love, just loss, no peace, just rage, Grew up too fast, had to learn that way. They don’t know my story, they just see the frame, But I buried ten lives just to earn my name. Verse 2: My bro did ten, came back, eyes numb, Said the world moved on, now he talks to a gun. He don’t smile no more, just stares through time, Like he saw too much and forgot how to cry. I lost friends to the smoke, lost blood to the street, Had dreams of a home but I died on my feet. I ain’t soft, I just seen too much real, Had to laugh at the pain just to know how to heal. Now I’m posted in the cold with a blunt and a thought, And I write like a prophet, every line is a shot. I got demons that dance to the beat of my rage, And I cage 'em in lyrics, let 'em out on the stage. All these rappers talk loud, but they soft in the core, They play war like a game, I was born in the storm. I ain’t here for the clout, I’m just here to confess, So if I die in this booth, let my words do the rest. Hook: Ashes in the wind, voices in my head, Drill in my blood, pain in my step. Mask on my face, soul full of scars, Still walk like a king in the land of the dark. No love, just loss, no peace, just rage, Grew up too fast, had to learn that way. They don’t know my story, they just see the frame, But I buried ten lives just to earn my name. Bridge: Look… I don’t rap to be famous, I rap to breathe, This mic is the last place I still believe. They talk dreams, I talk scars, They want likes, I want stars. If I go today, just play this loud, Let the sky know I never bowed. And if my name fades with time and dust, Then know I stood tall when the world turned rough. Outro: So next time you hear that drill beat knock, Know it’s more than flex and opps. It’s a heart that’s cracked, still tryna speak, It’s pain on a loop, seven days a week. Let me know if you want a version built for performance, studio, or even specific to your own life — we can tailor it deep. Want the beat style to match this too?
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