Gasoline Tears
Title: “Raining Gasoline” Hook – 8 bars I’m screaming to the void all these drugs got me paranoid screaming for for peace on a leash in a world that won’t hear, nothing but the police sirens too much violence Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Verse 1 – 16 bars Yo, I’m a lone soldier in a battlefield of screens, Crowds chanting “who cares?” while I rip at the seams. They call my hustle hype, “just a kid with a beat,” Never felt the weight of a dream under heat. Every night I’m in the lab, mixing tears with the bass, Stitching up a world that’s ripped at the waist. “Peace and love,” they wear like a tee, a cheap disguise, I’m digging for truth while they sip on their lies. My verses are artillery, my rhymes a flare, Lighting up tunnels that nobody dares. They sit in the bleachers, “you’ll never break through,” I turned every “no” into a breakthrough. The streets whisper “stay quiet,” the system screams “conform,” I’m a storm in a bottle, about to burst and transform. Hook – repeat (8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Verse 2 – 16 bars They don’t know the cost of a dream that’s on fire, Fueling it nightly with sweat, doubt, and desire. My notebook’s a battlefield, scarred pages of war, Each line a bullet that shatters the “can’t‑do‑more.” I’m fighting fire with fire, but the rain’s gasoline, Every drop a matchstick—yeah, the world’s obscene. Greed whispers devil’s verses, hate flashes a grin, I’m the prophet of verses that cut through sin. When the city becomes a furnace, I’m the water that bends, A flow that won’t freeze, a river that mends. They call me “mad” for dropping love in a vault of rage, I’m the cage‑breaker tearing out of this stage. Every chorus I write is a rescue line thrown, Pulling souls from the abyss where darkness has grown. Hook – repeat (8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Bridge – 8 bars I’m not just a poet, I’m a spark in the night, A lighthouse that flickers but never loses sight. When the world turns hurricane, I’m the eye in the storm— Calm in the chaos, a voice that won’t conform. Verse 3 – 16 bars Listen, I’ve walked alleys where hope went to die, Seen kids trade verses for a bullet‑proof lie. I spit the truth while the media’s blind, Turning static to symphonies, letting silence unwind. Every track’s a map, every rhyme’s a compass, Guiding lost souls to the path that’s the toughest. “Dreams are for kids,” they sneer, “stay in your lane,” I built highways out of pain, now I’m driving the train. The sky’s dripping oil, the streets blaze in red, I’m the switch‑flipper, rewriting the dread. If love’s a ghost, I’m the hunter that finds, If peace’s a word, I’m the scribe that rewinds. Crank up the speakers, let the bass be a prayer, ‘Cause the world may be broken, but I’m still standing there. Hook – final (double‑time, 8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds.
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Title: “Raining Gasoline” Hook – 8 bars I’m screaming to the void all these drugs got me paranoid screaming for for peace on a leash in a world that won’t hear, nothing but the police sirens too much violence Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Verse 1 – 16 bars Yo, I’m a lone soldier in a battlefield of screens, Crowds chanting “who cares?” while I rip at the seams. They call my hustle hype, “just a kid with a beat,” Never felt the weight of a dream under heat. Every night I’m in the lab, mixing tears with the bass, Stitching up a world that’s ripped at the waist. “Peace and love,” they wear like a tee, a cheap disguise, I’m digging for truth while they sip on their lies. My verses are artillery, my rhymes a flare, Lighting up tunnels that nobody dares. They sit in the bleachers, “you’ll never break through,” I turned every “no” into a breakthrough. The streets whisper “stay quiet,” the system screams “conform,” I’m a storm in a bottle, about to burst and transform. Hook – repeat (8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Verse 2 – 16 bars They don’t know the cost of a dream that’s on fire, Fueling it nightly with sweat, doubt, and desire. My notebook’s a battlefield, scarred pages of war, Each line a bullet that shatters the “can’t‑do‑more.” I’m fighting fire with fire, but the rain’s gasoline, Every drop a matchstick—yeah, the world’s obscene. Greed whispers devil’s verses, hate flashes a grin, I’m the prophet of verses that cut through sin. When the city becomes a furnace, I’m the water that bends, A flow that won’t freeze, a river that mends. They call me “mad” for dropping love in a vault of rage, I’m the cage‑breaker tearing out of this stage. Every chorus I write is a rescue line thrown, Pulling souls from the abyss where darkness has grown. Hook – repeat (8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds. Bridge – 8 bars I’m not just a poet, I’m a spark in the night, A lighthouse that flickers but never loses sight. When the world turns hurricane, I’m the eye in the storm— Calm in the chaos, a voice that won’t conform. Verse 3 – 16 bars Listen, I’ve walked alleys where hope went to die, Seen kids trade verses for a bullet‑proof lie. I spit the truth while the media’s blind, Turning static to symphonies, letting silence unwind. Every track’s a map, every rhyme’s a compass, Guiding lost souls to the path that’s the toughest. “Dreams are for kids,” they sneer, “stay in your lane,” I built highways out of pain, now I’m driving the train. The sky’s dripping oil, the streets blaze in red, I’m the switch‑flipper, rewriting the dread. If love’s a ghost, I’m the hunter that finds, If peace’s a word, I’m the scribe that rewinds. Crank up the speakers, let the bass be a prayer, ‘Cause the world may be broken, but I’m still standing there. Hook – final (double‑time, 8 bars) I’m screaming for peace in a world that won’t hear, Dreams on a leash while the hatred draws near. Fighting fire with fire, the sky spits its flame, Raining gasoline, every drop’s a blame. They don’t feel the grind, they just stare at the smoke, I’m building a light with the words that I choke. Love’s a myth they sold, a story they stole— I’ll carve out a path while the darkness unfolds.