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Act 3 · The BuildTrack 31 / 70
Get Back Up Again
rap, Cinematic boom-bap with live sax, soaring violin lines, and gritty harmonica fills, Verses ride a head-nod pocket, drum groove thick and punchy; sax shadows the vocal on key phrases, Chorus widens with stacked male vocals, big strings, and harmonica call-and-response, Final hook adds ad-libs and octave harmonies for a triumphant, stadium-ready close, swing, saxophone, violin, hip hop
SONG-164·2026-01-03
[Intro] [low vocal register] Hit the floor taste of dust, steel jaw Crowd in my head yelling "stay down" I tighten my laces instead [Verse 1] First fall, concrete kiss Blood on my knuckles, I remember this Rent due, heart broke, bad news again Every "never gonna make it" sounded like a friend Mama at the table doing math with the lights dim Said "life swing hard, you gotta swing right back at it" So I staggered to my feet, vision all blur But my will got louder than every cruel word [Chorus] I get knocked down, I get back up again Every hit I take just sharpens my swing They can count me out, but they won't end my round Heart on the ropes, still breaking that bell with the sound I get knocked down, I get back up again Put my name in the dirt, it grows through the sand I get knocked down, I get back up again Get back up again, get back up again [Verse 2] [soft sax riff under vocals] Lost job, cold call, "we're letting you go" Stood in the parking lot staring at the snow Phone full of bills, stomach full of fear But quitting never paid me yet in all these years Violin in my chest, string stretched to the limit Every tremble, every tremor turned to rhythm in a minute Harmonica in my breath, bent notes like scars I just kept walking, aiming at the stars Friends turned strangers, doors turned walls Every wrong road, I still walked tall Got dropped to my knees, hands cracked, voice shook Wrote my future in the dirt where they never thought to look [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Count it out One fall, two fall, three fall, four [louder] Every time I hit the ground, I rise once more Five cuts, six scars, seven hard years But I'm running through the fire, running through my fears [violin swell, harmonica echo] You can break my plans, can't break my drive I was built in the storm just to stay alive Every bruise just proof that I stood and I swung I ain't done till the final breath leaves my lungs (yeah) [Chorus]
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