cold heart

Storytelling Rap Lyrics Yeah I was nine on the porch, mama stress in her eyes Bills stacked on the table, she just told me “be strong,” I lied Said I’m good, but the fridge was hummin’ louder than me Empty nights, ramen noodles, dreams crowded in me Uncle locked, free my dog, he ain’t deserve that cell Judge never heard his heart, only read the case file well Police lights flashin’, blue and red like a war I learned young how to run when you hear that knock at the door Middle school fights, tryna prove I was tough But the toughest thing I did was hold tears on the bus Teacher said “you smart,” but the streets said “survive” So I learned how to hustle just to keep hope alive Fast forward—teenage years, new kicks, same pain Same block, different faces, same dreams in the rain Best friend died on a corner we used to joke on Now his momma call my phone like “please don’t let him be gone” I wrote verses in the dark, pen bleedin’ my truth Tryna turn all this hurt into proof That a kid from the bottom could speak for the lost Turn scars into stories, no matter the cost Now I’m older, still grindin’, still dodgin’ the doubt Still talkin’ to God like “what this life ‘bout?” If I make it, I promise I’m pullin’ my people From them nights on the porch to the land Sad Street Yeah… Rain on the pavement, same nights I was prayin’ Mama cry in the kitchen, say the devil been waitin’ Ain’t no fairy-tale ending where I’m from, that’s a lie Just closed caskets and murals, with they names to the sky I was twelve seein’ bodies, learned death don’t knock Saw my homie lose his soul tryna hustle that block He was good with a smile, but the streets made him cold Now his mama got his hoodie, still smell like cologne Gunshots lullabies, sirens sing me to sleep We don’t count days, we count who still breathin’ this week I done seen brothers turn snakes over nothin’ but pride Watched love get buried right next to the guys Had a dream once, but reality laughed Bills due, lights off, had to pick a new path I ain’t evil, I’m exhausted from survival mode Heart heavy, soul tired, carry miles of roads Judge look at me like I’m already guilty Same system built broken, then they callin’ us filthy Tryna talk to God but the signal be weak When your faith got holes like the shoes on your feet Best friend in the ground, I still text his phone Say I made it through another day, wish you was home Every win feel hollow when your circle got less Every smile feel fake when your heart stay stressed I ain’t numb, I’m aware—that’s the curse of the pain Still alive, still breathin’, but I’m losin’ the game If I die, don’t cry—just play this and listen I survived hell daily, this my street religion Yeah… Hard times made a monster, but pain made a poet If you felt this in your chest—then you already know it.