Gratitude
Rap,Uplifting,Changing Tempo,Male Voice,Aggressive,Catchy,Hip Hop,Anger
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1]
Perception’s a lens that warps in the glow
Of the goals we chase, the ones we outgrow
It swings between the now and the what could be
Leaves us dangling where the thin air breathes
[Verse 2]
I’m a ghost in the rush of the do and the grind
Deadlines scream loud, they own every kind
Of minute I steal to catch my frayed breath
The climb’s sharp noise drowns the light beneath
[Chorus]
Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin
It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in
To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace
That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase
It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest
It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess
[Verse 3]
Ambition’s a scope that narrows the view
We squint at the finish, ask "What’s next?" like it’s due
But the summit’s a blink, a fleeting high
The trail’s where the bones of our story lie
[Verse 4]
I taste the gravel, the burn in my calves
Stumbles that taught me how to not cave
The peak’s cold air bites, hindsight’s crystal clear
But the climb’s where the real change drew near
[Chorus]
Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin
It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in
To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace
That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase
It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest
It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess
[Bridge]
The steep slope’s not a foe to outrun
It’s the fire that forges the strength we’ve won
Lost signs don’t yank us off the path
They teach us to trust the voice that won’t snap
It’s not pretending the suck isn’t real
It’s finding the light where the shadows kneel
[Verse 5]
Every step’s a choice: to curse or to learn
To let frustration burn, or let curiosity turn
The trail’s not a wall to tear down and pass
It’s a teacher that builds us, slow and last
[Chorus]
Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin
It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in
To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace
That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase
It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest
It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess
[Outro]
(Instrumental Solo)