Fourth Breath

*Fourth Breath (3.29)* Intro (spoken) This the fourth breath in the set — breathe slow, breathe loud. We counted scars like lessons; now we count sunsets. Verse 1 Mama said life ain’t a race, it’s a room full of clocks, Every tick’s a thin chance to unlock what we lost. I been pocketing seconds like stones, skipping across rivers, Sliding past mirrors that caught the shape of my shivers. Used to chase lights like a moth on a getaway bus, Thought more glitter meant more truth — that’s the old fuss. Now I’m learning to stand where the pavement meets sky, Feet planted, chest open, let the small moments fly. I pour coffee at sunrise, watch the city inhale, Kids on the stoop playing chess with no fear of the tail. We talk big dreams like they’re whispers in church, Pray for a fuller plate, not just to fill the hurt. So I breathe in the morning and I let the noise die — Living life to the fullest ain’t loud, it’s magnified. Pre-Chorus One foot in the future, one foot on the line, Balance like faith — yes, it’s fragile, it’s fine. We ain’t immortal but we practice like we are, Turn small moments into stars, light up the dark. Chorus This is the fourth breath, count it slow, count it true, Fill up the cup with soul, don’t just drink to get through. We gon’ dance in the rain, we gon’ laugh at the bruise, Living like we got two hands — one to give, one to use. This is the fourth breath, hold it close, then release, Make a life that don’t hollow, let your heart keep the beat. We push past the clockface, we write our own peace, Living full is the art of not letting moments cease. Verse 2 I seen cousins trade time for a fortune that folds, Brothers trade truth for a headline that sold. We applaud the hustle but forget how to heal, Confuse loud achievements for something that’s real. But I met an old man who smiled through the storm, Said, "Boy, you gotta learn to keep your summers warm." He kept a small garden under a cracked window sill, Told me paradise grows where you care for the real. So I slowed down the engine, let the stereo fade, Found hymns in the quiet that the sirens can’t trade. Wrote my name on a rooftop with my breath in the cold, Made promises short, and I learned how to hold. Now I pick battles that teach me to live, not just fight, Trade sleepless for sunrise, trade fear for the light. Heartbeat like a drummer that don’t stop to plea, Rhythm is living — that’s the only guarantee. Bridge (fast, internal rhyme) Clock talkin’, walk blockin’, heart hop, never stoppin', Trade stocks of regret for sunsets that poppin', Flip scripts, rip masks, find tasks that are honest, Count blessings like commas, compose life like sonnets. We sprint to the finish but forget the track’s beauty, So I lace with intent, slow steps over duty, Witness the small, glorify roots, elevate kin, Full life ain’t a trophy — it’s the shape of your skin. Chorus (variation) This is the fourth breath, a new day, same fight, Fill the cup with your truth, let it spill in the night. We gon’ hold on to love, let forgiveness be light, Living full means giving your fear a good fright. This is the fourth breath — now breathe out, breathe in, Make room for the music that been waiting within. We break our own borders, rewrite where we’ve been, Living full is the work, not the finish we win. Outro (soft, confident) So when the record flips, when the tempo goes low, Remember the fourth breath taught you how to grow. Not every win is loud, not every night is long, But every small moment can be turned into song. Breathe slow, breathe proud — life’s pulse on repeat, Fourth breath in your chest, now go make it complete.