[Intro]
Life is hard, struggle is real, lose my job and I don't know where to get out, get out, get out.
(soft ad-libs: get out... get out...)
[Verse 1]
Last light flickers on the corner, neon blinks like tired eyes,
Empty coffee cup on the counter — nine AM turned into midnight skies.
Mailbox full of silence, last paycheck folded in an envelope,
Chair pushed in, nameplate off the desk, lights off — I lock the door and hope.
Hands shook, packed a box of memories: photos, pens, the little badge,
Outside the building, taxi smells, city sighs, and the traffic's static crash.
The bus stop's cold, my breath makes shapes against the glass,
But there's a small flame in my chest saying I won't let this be the last.
[Pre-Chorus]
Echoes in the hallway, heartbeats in stereo (ooo — yeah),
I feel the weight but I'm learning how to let it go (whoa — ah),
Small prayers in harmonies, vocal runs that heal the hole,
I'm steady on the edge, but I'm mapping out a road.
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' out — watch me rise.
(get out — get out) (ad-libs: get out, get out)
I'm gettin' out — watch me rise.
(get out — get out) (echoed: watch me rise)
[Verse 2]
Rent's due, lights hum in the hall, the fridge is whispering doubts,
I rehearse my thank-you speech while the city hums its droughts.
Late nights at the diner, napkin lists of how to move, to rebuild,
I fold hope into pockets where the winter's cold can't steal.
Flickering streetlight paints my shadow long and true,
I count the steps, one, two — every stumble teaches something new.
The world kept the receipts for all the times I tried and fell,
But I'm learning to buy back my own reflection from that shell.
[Pre-Chorus]
Breathin' through the static, harmonies like a lighthouse glow (ooo),
Stacked vocals on the pre-chorus, letting every note show (whoa),
I'm callin' out my name into the night with soft resolve,
Turning pain into a rhythm, and the rhythm will evolve.
[Chorus — Full]
I'm gettin' out — watch me rise.
(get out — get out) (ad-libs: get out, get out)
I'm gettin' out — watch me rise.
(get out — get out) (echoed: watch me rise)
[Rap Verse — 12 bars]
Last day at the office — box on my lap, staples and a coffee ring,
Manager said, "We appreciate you," but it felt like closing spring.
I turned off the monitor, cursor froze mid-proof, lights clicked out,
Walked past the floor with the plants that never learned to shout.
Last paycheck in an envelope folded under yesterday's news,
Taxi horns like snares — my playlist stayed on the blues.
Bus stop bench, elbow scarred, flicker of streetlight on my sleeve,
I counted out the coins, small economy of what I still believe.
Industry ghosts whisper, "You don't belong," I hear them then I write,
A comeback in the margins — midnight pen, city keeps me tight.
No victim in this verse, I'm the author and the fight's my script,
Resilience in my pockets, I stand, I breathe, I lift.
[Bridge]
From the ashes, a melody — not just survival, it's sound,
Scars like map lines on my heart, I