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A triumphant, atmospheric alternative rap track that captures the rebirth after the forge. “Forged in Fire, Born in Ash” is the final transformation. The moment a man rises from everything that burned him and stands fully formed in the life he rebuilt. This is the sound of survival becoming strength.

FORGED IN FIRE, BORN IN ASH

And The Radio Goes by Star System Legal

Woke up late, same bed I slept in,
Alarm quit early, guess it gave in.
Mirror say “bro, you look dead.”
I nod back once, yeah, message read.

Bank app load got me stressin,
Spin that wheel like a game show question.
Bills on the counter, color-coded red,
I flip ‘em face down, problem dead.

Dog bark loud, mom start yellin,
I yell “yeah” back, kinda lyin.
Cereal dust at the end of the bag,
I shake it hard like “don’t do that.”

Radio on, kitchen still lit,
Same song play but I don’t skip.
DJ talk like he been here,
Say “hang tight, kid,” loud and clear.

Life ain’t big, life ain’t small,
Just kinda there, that’s all.
If it fall apart, I let it fall,
Turn it up till the speakers stall.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Drive past the same old grocery store,
Buzzin’ lights, I seen ‘em before.
Park my car in the same damn floor,
Like the pavement know me for sure.

See a friend that I knew in school,
We nod real quick like “still cool.”
He say “man, I’m leavin’ soon,”
I say “for sure,” but we both fooled.

Saturday night, not a thing,
Remote control like a wedding ring.
Scroll too long, thumb sore,
End up watchin’ what I watched before.

Radio hum fill the floor,
Make the quiet less hardcore.
It don’t rush, it don’t explore,
It just play… like it paid to ignore.

Middle lane, I’m okay,
Same damn night, different day.
If this it, I’ll probably stay,
Tomorrow look the same damn way.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Stand too long by candy bars,
Two bucks left, thinkin’ hard.
Milky Way smooth, Skittles sharp,
Switch twice, blockin’ carts.

Clerk sigh loud, guy look scarred,
This my thrill, don’t judge my heart.
Flip a coin, heads or stars,
Either way, I’m who I are.

Life ain’t epic, life plain,
Same routines, same lane.
Big dreams ride shotgun brain,
But I ain’t mad, I maintain.

Radio sing ‘bout switchin’ lanes,
I sing ‘bout standin’ in the rain.
Still tap beats, still feel sane,
Some boring days feel well-earned pain.

If you sittin’ there feelin’ plain,
Like nothin’ lost and nothin’ gained.
Just know somebody feel the same,
Same small life, same campaign.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
Yeah, the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

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