File 1 — User Version (Do Not Change) Hays State Prayers” For DAW use logic pro (New-Age Rap / Pop / Hip-Hop – 100 BPM, Atmospheric, Emotional, Modern) Intro (Vocal FX / Soft) Midnight… in the wire glow… I’m still here. Verse 1 (Melodic Rap) Neon light on a concrete sky, Dreams feel close but the days go by. Number on my chest, stars in my head, Tryna find life where they count the dead. Cold hands, cold floors, heart stay warm, Tryna stay human in a perfect storm. Pre-Chorus I been low, I been high, I been lost in the noise, But I hear my name in my mama’s voice. Chorus (Pop Hook – Sung) Hays State prayers in the midnight air, I send my hopes through the razor glare. If I fall down, I rise right there, Hays State prayers, yeah, Hays State prayers. Verse 2 (Rap) Empty towers, stretched-out crew, Too much pressure in a small-room view. They blame the line, they blame the screen, But it’s the silent posts that fuel the scene. I made it through on a call back home, On a beat in my chest sayin’, “You not alone.” Bridge (Auto-Tone Feel) I’m more than a case, more than a name, More than a number in a metal frame. Final Chorus Hays State prayers in the midnight air, Even in chains, I’m goin’ somewhere. They can’t cage dreams, they can’t cage faith, Hays State prayers, I escape. Outro (Soft Chant) Still here… still rise… still breathe..... File 2 — Variant (Rap Only) (Tempo: 100 BPM — Rap-only, atmospheric, emotional) Intro (Vocal FX — filtered, distant) Midnight static, hum of lights on wire, Breath in the wire, heartbeat a live wire. Verse 1 Concrete sermons under barred skylines, Counting losses while I sharpen my lines. Number stitched to my jacket, name in the block, But I write my future on the back of a clock. Cold floors taught me rhythm, cold nights taught me pace, I lace truth to the tempo, find my place in the space. No chorus sung — the hook is a mantra I speak, A rap prayer at midnight for the strong and the weak. Hook (Rap Hook — repeated cadence) Hays State prayers — whisper to thunder, Keep my head down, heart up — never under. Hays State prayers — iron and flame, They can hush the body but the soul keeps its name. Verse 2 Towers hum like radios drowned in static, Faces pass like notes, automatic and tragic. They point at screens, call it evidence and proof, But hope moves quiet like a groove under truth. I survived on a voice at half past midnight, A laugh on the line that said, brother, hold tight. Bridge (Tonal shift — tight flow, doubled ad-libs) More than a number, more than ink on a file, More than the steel, more than the judge for a while. No autotune chorus — just barked echoes and grit, Rhymes like ladders, climbing out of the pit. Final Hook (Rap Hook — full energy) Hays State prayers — say it loud in the dark, Turn the chain into rhythm, turn the silence into spark. Hays State prayers — no lock on my veins, They try to hold breath but the heartbeat remains. Outro (Soft spoken over fading pads) Still here, still climbing,