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RS - Rising From The Ashes (Original Mix) (Lyrical Music Video)

• Written & Composed by : Riyadh Soltani
• Music Arrangement : Riyadh Soltani
• Mix & Master : Riyadh Soltani (ableton live)
• Vocal : Generated via AI
• Art : RS + AI
• Video : Riyadh Soltani

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Playground’s gone—just weeds and busted glass
Mama’s hands raw from scrubbing floors that never last
I learned young how silence screams louder than sirens
Uncle vanished chasing shadows down Gratiot lines
Now I hold this small hand, warm like morning light
Gonna turn these cracked sidewalks into launch sites tonight

[Hook]
THIS IS FOR MY SON!
Every callus on my palm paves his runway
FROM THE GRAVEYARD OF THIS TOWN!
He’ll rise past the smokestacks we used to drown in

[Verse 2]
Used to watch trains vanish past Eastern Market
Now I track his breath while the city stays dark
His laugh cuts through static like a clean frequency
While I stitch tomorrow from scraps of necessity
Work the night shift calibrating green-energy grids
Funny—used to breathe fumes where the Packard plant sits
But I clock out early, race home before streetlights blink
‘Cause every saved minute builds armor ‘round his dreams

[Hook]
THIS IS FOR MY SON!
Every callus on my palm paves his runway
FROM THE GRAVEYARD OF THIS TOWN!
He’ll rise past the smokestacks we used to drown in

[Rap Verse]
They call it a ghost town—I call it fertile ground
My boy’s first code compiled while rain washed the rust down
We wire solar vines through abandoned lots with care
Let the old ghosts whisper—we’re planting futures there
No fairy tales, just steel beams in my resolve
He’ll own streets not by birthright but by problems he’ll solve
And when he asks ‘bout the year the whole block burned black
I’ll show him time-lapse blooms where we brought color back

[Hook]
THIS IS FOR MY SON!
Every callus on my palm paves his runway
FROM THE GRAVEYARD OF THIS TOWN!
He’ll rise past the smokestacks we used to drown in

[Bridge]

Look at the clock—no time left for regret. (No regrets!) I fight my battles with pixels now, not with the fist. Hand on the wheel, eyes on the digital frontier. Look behind: The hell I left, this is my personal salvation.

You think the grind is over? (Naw!) This is just a fresh layer of concrete, Poured onto walls of patience, son, you gotta realize: You ain't the paper, you are the ink on the new map!

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