E KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Real badman dem know the style, everybody from the street got them kicks proper. When ya see dem Clarks stepping, ya know who running things. Everybody from the block know the real deal, ya get me.

My breath is heavy with the weight of shadows, a flicker of light turning into a wildfire within. I'm reaching for the stars but my wings are made of glass, waiting to shatter in your hands. You are the rain that keeps the fire from consuming everything I have left.

My breath catches in the heat, a silent scream trapped behind my teeth. I’m always chasing the horizon until my legs give out. It’s a lonely game we play, dancing on the edge of the fire, but somehow your touch is the only thing that keeps me from falling apart.

We carry the weight of the stars. More than just a name, more than the scars we show. I see you in the silence. Remember the voice calling through the wind. I am here. We are one. Singing in the light. Always remember who we are.

Every time I step out, I see the light on the concrete like a sign from the High. Can't let the dark keep me down when the vision is way bigger. I'ma keep grinding, keep grabbin for mine, until my whole circle shine. No regrets until I'm truly done.

I. . . . . . . I can't quite remember. . . . . . . the last time. . . . . . . I felt this way. . . . . . . Everything feels like. . . . . . . it's moving so slowly. . . . . . . I just need. . . . . . . a moment to find. . . . . . . my voice again.

Get the style now. Get the groove. Get the style, get the move. Get the cool, get the flow. Get the rhythm, get the glow. Get the beat, get the show.

I walk the path of the outcast now. No more words, no more silence. You keep the house, keep the memories. I'm fading into the distance where you can't follow. My time here is finished, and I leave it all behind for your sake.