LivingProof_Lil BrUc3
by Lil BrUc3 · Hip-Hop/Rap · Made with Suno · 0 plays
The story behind this song
What I went through in life and I still deal with in life what I rap about is real life experience and stuff that I'm dealing with
Style
southern, hip hop, rap, night drive
Prompt
My own voice I record my song on studio or a video and upload my raps on the other platforms to see the difference
Lyrics
I watched the pillars of my life just crumble to the dust, First it's dad, then it's mom, then Grandma—who do I trust? Feels like the universe is stripping every piece of my soul, Leaving craters in my chest where I used to be whole. Then the system took three years, locked behind a steel door, While the women that I loved couldn't hold it down no more. Disloyalty hurts different when you're trapped inside a cell, Thinking 'bout your babies while you're living in a hell. Now I got a son out there, and it breaks my heart in two, 'Cause his mom using him as a weapon, keeping me from you she stay talking down on my name, it makes my blood boil, I'm his father, I should protect him on this soil. But I'm blocked out, locked out, staring at the wall, Begging for it too be right, waiting for the rain to fall. Hook] They want me in the dirt, they want to see me break, They want to take the final pieces that I'm trying to make. But I'm breathing for my kids, even from afar, Carrying the trauma and the generational scar. Half of me is gone, yeah, the cemetery's full, But the half that's left alive still has got some weight to pull. But nothing hit me harder than the day my sister gained her wings, Cancer in her body while the whole world paled. I was standing right there, looking in her eyes, Talking to her spirit through the gasps and the sighs. That final breath she took, man, it echoes in my brain, A haunting kind of sound that institutionalized the pain. When she left this earth, she took half of me away, I'm a walking ghost just trying to make it through the day. And in the middle of that grief, when my soul was ripped apart, My baby momma looked at me and tried to stop my heart. Told me "Go and kill yourself," when I was at my worst, How can human beings be so wicked and accursed? They want me in the dirt, they want to see me break, They want to take the final pieces that I'm trying to make. But I'm breathing for my kids, even from afar, Carrying the trauma and the generational scar. Half of me is gone, yeah, the cemetery's full, But the half that's left alive still has got some weight to pull. just know I'm not the one who wants it like this and I'm hear to take all the pain dad loves yall I watched the pillars of my life just crumble to the dust, First it's dad, then it's mom, then Grandma—who do I trust?