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Fractured Roots Rising Branches

[Verse 1] Cracked clay veins in the landscape of lineage, Maps made vague in a past-stained pilgrimage, Backtrace pain through the ash-flaked villages— Each branch grown from a half-drained chrysalis. Torch-lit hallways in war-bled apartments, Floorboards whisperin' lore-fed compartmented Traumas, dormant in jars with compartments, Buried in gardens of thorn-bred catharsis. Bloodline drips in a rust-wrought goblet, Spun from the tongues of the cut-off prophets, Mother with eyes like floodgates locked in, Father just smoke in a lung-faked doctrine. I’m bark split brittle where the frostbit clings, Roots in a coffin with cross-stitched wings, I rose through the rot like moss-picked kings, Still lost in a loop that the cosmos brings. [Chorus] Fractured roots, but the branches reach, From broken earth to the phantom peaks. I bloom from the bruise and the ash beneath, Torn from the past like a jagged speech. Scars in my sap, but the crown still dances— Ghosts in my trunk sing anthem stanzas. Fractured roots, but the branch advances, Born from the dirt with a fractured canvas. [Verse 2] I drank from the well where the sins leak sediment, Flesh fed flame from a kin’s weak negligence, Dreams stitched thin with a pin-bleed elegance, Mind built walls with a grim bleak tenement. Spoke with the dead where the wind keeps messages, Bent like trees in a limb-deep reckoning. Each leaf lost was a split-seam testament— Fall from the crown in a drip-feast resonance. Mouth full of mulch and a throat of nettle, Soul with a hole where the hope disheveled. Time carves names in a bone-wrought bevel, Truth tastes foul in a coal-hot kettle. But I rise through the cracks in the coal mine’s curse, Vines in my chest that unfold, find words, Each verse born from the cold blind dirt— Reaching for light with a soul-like thirst. [Chorus] Fractured roots, but the branches reach, From broken earth to the phantom peaks. I bloom from the bruise and the ash beneath, Torn from the past like a jagged speech. Scars in my sap, but the crown still dances— Ghosts in my trunk sing anthem stanzas. Fractured roots, but the branch advances, Born from the dirt with a fractured canvas. [Verse 3] Mirrored in puddles of black-rain epilogues, I found my form in the wax-stained pentagons, Backed by the chants of the half-named demagogues, Grew from the gaps in a cracked-brain lexicon. Pain taught lessons in the glyphs of the bark, Each ring tells time in a cryptic remark. Heart still speaks in a splintered arc, Words drip slow from a blistered spark. Ancestor ghosts with embered faces, Dance in the smoke of the temple's mazes. Each of their sins, my vessel traces— Inherited storms in mental cages. But I bend not break, I shed not fake, I pen my fate in a red-hot wake. Branch to the sky with a headshot grace, Born of the fire, a dead god's ache. [Chorus] Fractured roots, but the branches reach, From broken earth to the phantom peaks. I bloom from the bruise and the ash beneath, Torn from the past like a jagged speech. Scars in my sap, but the crown still dances— Ghosts in my trunk sing anthem stanzas. Fractured roots, but the branch advances, Born from the dirt with a fractured canvas. [Outro] I grow like grief in a time-lapse frame, Split through storms with a vine-wrapped name. Truth in the marrow, flame in the grain, My roots are broken, but I rise just the same. #music #song #newmusic #newsong #ai #musicvideo #aimusic #fracture #fractured #roots #rising #branch #branches #poetry #rap #hiphop #hiphopmusic