idea for rap song

(Title: "Still I Write")

Verse 1:

Tick-tock, hear the clock, it’s a countdown to rent due,
Thin socks, holes in shoes, treadin’ pavement like it’s glue.
Credit card maxed, got a bill for my next move,
Broke in the pocket, but my mind’s breakin’ ten rules.

They say "grind hard," yeah, I tried that, trust me,
Worked till my back snapped, boss said, "Lucky!"
Barely got food, but the taxman's hungry,
Feastin’ on the broke like a lion in the country.

Mental math, add the stress, carry one depression,
Subtractin’ all the love, multiplyin’ deep obsession.
Every cent’s a weapon, debt collectors got aggression,
They don’t care if I eat, they just threaten repossession.

I’m a product of the system that was rigged from the start,
Paint a smile on my face, but there’s pain in my heart.
Had a dream last night that I finally broke charts,
But I woke up in a room where the heat don’t spark.

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Chorus:

Hold on, hold tight,
Hold on, hold tight,

Hold on, hold tight,
One more day, one more fight.

I’m a product of the system that was rigged from the start,
Paint a smile on my face, but there’s pain in my heart.

Hold on, hold tight,
Hold on, hold tight,

Hold on, hold tight,
One more day, one more fight.
Rain falls, dark nights,
Still I rise, still I write.

Stuck in the loop like a scratched-up vinyl,
Every day’s survival, struggle is tribal.
They tell me, "Get up, go hustle, go viral,"
Like I ain't been scrapin’  since my arrival.

Jobs payin' pennies while the rent eats dollars,
Rich folks holler, "Just work harder!"

Hold on, hold tight,
Hold on, hold tight,

Hold on, hold tight,
One more day, one more fight.
Rain falls, dark nights,
Still I rise, still I write

(Repeat)

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Verse 2:

Stuck in the loop like a scratched-up vinyl,

Every day’s survival, struggle is tribal.

They tell me, "Get up, go hustle, go viral,"

Like I ain't been scrapin’  since my arrival.

Jobs payin' pennies while the rent eats dollars,

Rich folks holler, "Just work harder!"

Guess they never felt the heat when the gas gets cut,

Or had to wash in the sink ‘cause the taps dried up.

They package the dream, but the barcode’s missin’,

I scan it for hope, but the price ain’t listin’.

Guess I’m on sale, sellin’ time just to live,

Clockin’ in, clockin’ out, got nothin' left to give.

Still, I scribble in the night, got a pen for my fights,

Every bar’s a war cry, every rhyme is my right.

If I ever break free, put my name in the lights,

But for now, I’m just tryna make peace with the night.

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Chorus (Repeat):

Hold on, hold tight,

One more day, one more fight.

Rain falls, dark nights,

Still I rise, still I write.