Broken Bow on the Block
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male vocals
hip hop
rap
violin
Cinematic hip hop with male vocals; moody strings over a head-nodding
mid-tempo drum groove. Verses sit in a tight pocket with close-mic’d rap
violin doing short stabs and dark runs between lines. Chorus opens up with big
layered string chords
distant choir pads
and a thicker low end. Final hook strips to voice and solo violin for a dramatic
cold-stop ending.
Créé le févr. 11, 2026
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Case on my back
Rosin on my fingers
Stairs in my way
But the echo lingers
I came from the corner
Same coat, same sneakers
Now I’m walking past the shutters
Like I’m leaving all my teachers
They said, “Pick a safe road
Clock in, clock out”
I was in a small room
Trying not to shout
Turning every bad day
Into one more note
Every “you ain’t got it”
Into ammo in the throat
[Chorus]
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn pain into sound when it drops (yeah)
If you feel lost, come and knock
I’ll tune your scars to the knock of the doors
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn fear into fire when it pops
If your whole world feel like it stopped
Let the strings write the part you forgot (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Mom at the table
Counting up late fees
Me at the window
Counting on daydreams
Wrote my name in the dust
On the old screen door
Told the wind, “Give it back
But bigger than before”
Now I’m on stage
Same hands, less shaking
Crowd in the dark
Whole room waiting
Close eyes, inhale
Pull the past to my chin
Drag every bad year
Across that thin white string
[Chorus]
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn pain into sound when it drops (oh yeah)
If you feel lost, come and knock
I’ll tune your scars to the knock of the doors
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn fear into fire when it pops
If your whole world feel like it stopped
Let the strings write the part you forgot
[Bridge]
Who said you can’t pray
In your own accent?
Who said you can’t sing
With your cracked habits?
I pour my old doubts
Right into the case
Snap it shut, step out
Let the beat give chase (woo)
Case on my back
Rosin on my fingers
Stairs in my way
But the echo lingers
I came from the corner
Same coat, same sneakers
Now I’m walking past the shutters
Like I’m leaving all my teachers
They said, “Pick a safe road
Clock in, clock out”
I was in a small room
Trying not to shout
Turning every bad day
Into one more note
Every “you ain’t got it”
Into ammo in the throat
[Chorus]
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn pain into sound when it drops (yeah)
If you feel lost, come and knock
I’ll tune your scars to the knock of the doors
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn fear into fire when it pops
If your whole world feel like it stopped
Let the strings write the part you forgot (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Mom at the table
Counting up late fees
Me at the window
Counting on daydreams
Wrote my name in the dust
On the old screen door
Told the wind, “Give it back
But bigger than before”
Now I’m on stage
Same hands, less shaking
Crowd in the dark
Whole room waiting
Close eyes, inhale
Pull the past to my chin
Drag every bad year
Across that thin white string
[Chorus]
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn pain into sound when it drops (oh yeah)
If you feel lost, come and knock
I’ll tune your scars to the knock of the doors
I got this broken bow on the block
Turn fear into fire when it pops
If your whole world feel like it stopped
Let the strings write the part you forgot
[Bridge]
Who said you can’t pray
In your own accent?
Who said you can’t sing
With your cracked habits?
I pour my old doubts
Right into the case
Snap it shut, step out
Let the beat give chase (woo)