hit eazy remix (prod. by me)

Artiist- Went Legit (remix)

applause-of-war 2.mp3

Tell me…
When did your fire fade?
When did your spirit trade its pulse for silence?
You still breathing… or just remembering how?

I see bones that learned to smile,
Eyes rehearsing life in trial,
Hands that move but never feel,
Heartbeat hummin’ something unreal.
You’ve been hiding in this shell,
Echo livin’ under spell,
Chasin’ warmth you can’t restore,
Knockin’ loud on heaven’s door — no faith, just metaphor.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for saviors, not for signs,
Just to feel the blood align.
You were lost beneath the grime,
Now rise up — redefine.

Mirror cracked but still it waits,
Shows the ghost you imitate.
Shadow gone, but light don’t care,
You keep walkin’ nowhere.
All those voices in your head,
Ain’t demons — just the things you said.
Every lie became a prayer,
Every silence built your lair.

Wake up, break the chain,
Feel the thunder in your vein.
You don’t need a holy name,
Just the courage to remain.
No more ashes, no disguise,
See the storm behind your eyes.
Let the dust become your sign,
Rise again, this breath is mine.

Tell me, ghost, what’s your scent?
Ash and fear, or innocent?
You wore death like second skin,
But forgot where life begins.
You ain’t cursed, you just numb,
Forgot the sound of your own drum.
Still time to shake the grave’s control,
Still time to make your spirit whole.

Stand up, breathe again,
Not for mercy, not for men.
You were buried deep within,
Now stand up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for throne,
Just to stand, to be your own.
Every ghost can find its tone,
Rise up, reclaim your bones.

Ooh, breathe deep — feel the dust fall.
Ooh, wake up — hear your own call.
No preacher, no psalm, no chain, no law —
Just the truth that you still raw.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for crown,
Just to turn this life around.
You were lost, but now you’ve found,
Your own pulse — your own sound.

You ain’t dead.
You just forgot what living felt like.
So say it — not if, not maybe — when.
When you start again.

Rise up, breathe again (Gospel Rap reload)

Used the sample from Russ - Brooklyn Freestyle

Beat reproduced by. ASM Beatz.

hit eazy remix (prod. by me)

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