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"Cracked Halo" is more than music — it's a transformation.

This dark motivational anthem tells the story of rising through pain, turning silence into strength, and rebuilding from the ashes.
It's for anyone who’s been doubted, pushed down, or counted out — and decided to rise anyway.

Use this track in your reels, gym edits, glow-up videos, or comeback stories.
Tag @king_motov8 if it’s part of your journey.

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🎵 This track was created using cutting-edge AI tools guided by my vision to inspire transformation through sound.
Every beat, every bar — built to move your body and mindset.
This is motivation, reimagined.

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Lyrics:
They called me an angel…
But angels don’t bleed.
They called me an angel…
But angels don’t bleed.

You ever pray in a room full of ghosts?
With your name written in the ash on your coat?
Built from silence, raised by pain—
My halo cracked, now I baptize flame.


I wore a cracked halo through the fire,
Screaming for peace while I built my empire.
Tears on my face like warpaint now,
I lost my wings—but I never bowed down.
(repeat)

I bled in silence, they watched me drown,
So I built a crown from the underground.
You don’t know strength till it breaks your bones,
And you learn to rebuild on your own.


I wore a cracked halo through the fire,
Screaming for peace while I built my empire.
Burned what I was, now I rise from the smoke—
I’m the storm. I’m the war. I’m the hope.
(repeat)

I wont pray for peace…
I pray for strength.
They made me bleed.
Now they’ll remember my name.

Let me rise... rise... rise.
Let me burn... burn... burn.
Cracked halo. Still shining.
Let me rise... rise... rise.
Now the world will remember her.

They cracked my halo...
But not my fire.

I don’t need your water — I was forged in heat.
My faith ain’t calm — it drips from clenched teeth.

I talk to the fire — it knows my name,
I don’t break — I burn through blame.

I wasn’t saved — I saved myself.
Dug from the grave and became my help.

Now the world remembers her...
Not for the fall —
But for how she lit the match and baptized flame.