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Midnight Delta Blues is a song about roots, tension, and survival. Blues pain, rap truth. Born from the South, shaped by struggle, this track blends raw blues feeling with spoken-word rap flows. It’s slow, heavy, and honest. This is BRONZE. 🎧 Headphones recommended. “Hollow-Body Blues” Yeah. This ain’t for the club. This is for the road. Bronze Carter… back in the mud. [Verse 1] I got a hollow-body soul and a pocket full of stones Walking through the valley just to rattle all the bones The guitar’s crying out, yeah it’s weeping on my knee But the flow is West Side, smooth as the Pacific Sea I move like the tide, slow, heavy and wide With a million secrets that I’m forced to hide I ain’t chasing no gold, I’m the color of the sun When it’s sinking in the desert and the day is all done I’m a bluesman first, but the rhythm is the street The accordion’s the lungs, the 808’s the heartbeat [Chorus – Accordion rises] Call me Bronze, I’m the weight in the palm of your hand The lonesomest rapper in a godforsaken land Just an acoustic string and a story to tell Living in the heaven that I found inside of hell Yeah… it’s a slow walk. Let it breathe. [Verse 2] My boots are made of leather and my heart is made of rust I’ve seen a thousand empires crumble into dust I don’t need no wires, I don’t need no electric buzz I’m the same man now that I always was I spit the truth slow, like molasses in the heat While the ghost of Robert Johnson walks the Compton street Squeeze that box, let the bellows sigh deep I got promises to break and a legacy to keep The West Coast sun and the Mississippi rain I’m the only one who knows how to harmonize the pain It’s just me and the wood. Bronze Carter. Keep the engine running. I’m gone. 2. No Backup Yeah… This ain’t for the radio. This for the people who learned early That nobody’s coming. Alabama nights raised me. Silence taught me rhythm. [Hook] I grew up with no backup Just faith and a cracked-up view Mama said “pray”, daddy said “stand up” Life said “prove it, do” No backup, no safety net Just scars where my dreams still sit If I fall, I fall on concrete blues Still get up, still spit [Verse 1] Born where the sun burn lessons into skin Cotton in the history, tension in the wind Black hands, blue notes, pain in the pen Had to learn early how to lose, then win They don’t give you maps where I come from Just directions like “don’t trust none” Church on Sunday, hunger on Monday Hope taste good but it don’t last long Daddy quiet, mama tired Bills louder than the choir I wrote verses just to breathe Turned my anger into fire Every smile had a cost Every promise had a pause I seen good men break down slow Over systems, over laws [Hook] [Verse 2] Blues ain’t dead, it just changed clothes From guitars to battered souls Same pain, different microphones Same tears, different roads They say “rap saved you” — nah Rap just gave it language Blues was there when I was broke Before I learned to manage Everybody want the crown Nobody want the roots I been buried with my doubts Still grew truth [Verse 3 – More Aggressive] They counted me out before I learned to count Before I knew numbers had weight Before I knew time don’t heal nothing It just teach you how to wait This ain’t motivation music This survival with a beat If you nodding, you felt something If you felt it — welcome to me Still get up. Still spit. They ask me why I sound tired. It’s ’cause hope heavy. This Bronze Carter. No backup. Just blues. 3. West Coast Ghost Yeah… Bronze Carter. Keep it smooth, but keep it solid. West side of the Mississippi… all the way to the coast. [Verse 1] I’m leaning back in the seat of a dusty Seville Acoustic strings humming, yeah I’m chasing the thrill Not the kind you find in lights, but the kind in the dirt Where the accordion moans for the years that we hurt Pacific breeze mixed with Delta mud Different kind of rhythm pumping through my blood I move slow, ‘cause the heavy don’t rush Iron hand inside the velvet crush [Chorus] I’m breathing slow, watching the sun turn to rust Just a West Coast ghost riding through the dust Guitar crying, accordion sighs I’m Bronze Carter — truth behind tired eyes [Verse 2] You hear the squeeze-box wailing in the dead of the night? That’s my conscience singing ‘til the morning light No electric sparks, just wood and wire I don’t need a spark to start a holy fire West Coast bluesman, hip-hop heart I was a masterpiece before they called it art Take it easy. Bronze Carter. West side… still standing.