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Scattered Dots
rap, Epic cinematic hip hop with male vocals; opening on ominous low strings, solo bagpipe motif, and sparse trap drums, Verses ride a gritty, mid-tempo bounce with electric guitar swells between bars, Chorus explodes with layered bagpipes and soaring violin hook over a hard, wide kick and snare, Final section brings in distorted guitars and stacked gang vocals for a stadium-sized climax, then cuts to a lonely pipe-and-violin outro, hip hop, electric, violin
SONG-168·2026-01-05
[Intro] I had pages But the ink ran dry Little scars on a timeline I could never justify Empty mornings Heavy nights Just a halo of questions Around busted streetlights [Verse 1] Every plan that I mapped out Turned to sand when I blacked out Whole life in a blackout Heart yelling, but it backed out Only trophies were the doubts Only compass was the drought Every prayer hit the ceiling Every blessing felt in doubt Scrolling past faces I’d never call Dreams on discount at the mall Buying meaning in a bag Then returning it in fall Mama asking “how you been?” Change the subject, fake a grin If purpose is a place on earth I was locked outside the spin [Chorus] Just scattered dots on the page of my life Little flashbulb burns in the back of my mind Didn’t see the shape till I ran out of time Then the lines drew themselves And the stars fell in line Scattered dots Scattered dots Then the lines drew themselves And the stars fell in line [Verse 2] [low vocal register] Therapist said “slow down” But the rent said “work late” So I clocked in on my own soul Paid myself in heartbreak Friends flexed with the highlight reels I bled out where the silence spills If there’s a ladder to a better day Mine missed half the rungs and rails I was drowning in a crowd shot Lonely in the loud spot Every win felt hollow Every toast just mouthwash I tried chasing some borrowed dream Till it tore through the seams Till the mirror said “who are you?” And the echo just screamed [Pre-Chorus] Then a call from my brother “Yo, I slipped but I’m alive” Little dot in the darkness But the sound cut through the drive Grandma’s hands in a photo Shaking but still held high Another dot in the distance Another reason not to hide [Chorus] [bagpipes rise under hook] [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Dot for the nights I almost quit (still here) Dot for the job I didn’t get (that steered) Dot for the love that walked away (no fear) Dot for the tear on father’s face (that seared) [full voice, violin climbing] Dot for the book I never read Dot for the words I never said Dot for every “failure” that Became the path I tread Pulled back, saw the canvas It was never random static All that panic, all that damage Turned to pattern, turned to atlas Every misstep, every fracture Was a vector, was a chapter Now my heartbeat draws the lines And the dots spell out my answer [Chorus] [crescendo, gang vocals, electric guitar crashing] [Chorus]
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