Lessons Sewn in Scars
Gangsta rap with 1920s grunge swing and jazz noir haze, mid-tempo with a lurching head-nod groove; verse rides upright bass, brushed snare, cello plucks, and dirty guitar stabs; pre-chorus strips to bass and finger snaps; chorus hits with smoky horn chords, gang vocals, and a blunt chant. Close-mic lead vocal, rough doubles on key lines, short delay throws on the hook. Vinyl crackle, reversed cymbal swells, and a barroom piano tag bridge sections. Dark, punchy, and dusty in the mix., world, rap, cello, jazz
Lessons Sewn in Scars
Gangsta rap with 1920s grunge swing and jazz noir haze, mid-tempo with a lurching head-nod groove; verse rides upright bass, brushed snare, cello plucks, and dirty guitar stabs; pre-chorus strips to bass and finger snaps; chorus hits with smoky horn chords, gang vocals, and a blunt chant. Close-mic lead vocal, rough doubles on key lines, short delay throws on the hook. Vinyl crackle, reversed cymbal swells, and a barroom piano tag bridge sections. Dark, punchy, and dusty in the mix., world, rap, cello, jazz
Lyrics
Verse 1
I woke up broke, same shoes
Same bruise, same wrong move
Mama said, "Boy, keep right"
But the alley talk got loud at night
I seen wolves in cheap suits grin
Seen good friends fold up thin
Tried to pray with a fist full of smoke
Tried to laugh when the engine spoke
My name on the paper, bent
My heart in a rent that never got spent
I been lost, yeah, I been told
But a crooked road can still be bold
Pre-Chorus
Keep walking
Don't flinch now
Hands dirty
Still move somehow
Chorus
Find your way
Find your way
Even in the spill
Find your way
Find your way
Find your way
Ain't no map for the will
Find your way
Verse 2
I saw the moon in a busted pane
Looked like a coin in the drain
Seen a man with a gold tooth flash
Lose it all in a blink of ash
I took my knocks, I took my share
Had to learn how to breathe that air
Every scar got a lesson sewn
Every dead end made me grow
Now I walk with a sharper eye
Not every grin means "you can trust that guy"
Not every road that curves is hate
Some roads bend to the hands of fate
Pre-Chorus
Keep walking
Don't flinch now
Hands dirty
Still move somehow
Chorus
Find your way
Find your way
Even in the spill
Find your way
Find your way
Find your way
Ain't no map for the will
Find your way
Bridge
When the night gets deep
And the floor gives way
I hear my own heart say
"Boy, don't stay"
So I lean on hope
Like a blade on stone
If I gotta go down
I go down my own
Chorus
Find your way
Find your way
Even in the spill
Find your way
Find your way
Find your way
Ain't no map for the will
Find your way
Outro
Yeah, I been bent
But I won't break
One step more
That's all it takes