AI - Before It’s Too Late (Official Audio)

Описание: A dark, emotional track about escaping a system that never cared.
Born into control, reduced to numbers, taught to endure instead of live.
This isn’t suicide. Not surrender.
It’s choosing motion over decay — running before it’s too late.

Lyrics originally written by #me
Audio created by #AI

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⚠️ Explicit lyrics

#darkrap #emotionalrap #undergroundrap #mentalhealth #escapism #dystopia #pain #trauma #selfreflection #rapmusic

Text:

Dark thoughts sinking under my skin,
every step I take feels like a sin.
This world was never meant for me,
they promised peace, called it harmony.
Born into a system cold and fake,
pulling all the strings I never break.

Algorithms carved into my veins,
ancient rules disguised as change.
They call it order, I call it a cage,
same old script, different age.

Luck was never random, never free,
everything reduced to numbers — me.
Since a child I learned the role:
stand aside, don’t take control.

Pain, money, misery — same disease,
while they drink to life and scream “cheers”.
Something in me slowly drowned,
I’m still breathing but I’m not around.
Dead inside, I wear the proof,
every scar is living truth.
I won’t end it, I won’t break —
I’ll run away before it’s too fucking late.

Always last, always wrong,
never knew where I belong.
Kicked aside, erased, ignored,
taught real young how to endure.
They said “try harder”, “be a man”,
while digging deeper where I stand.

Scars on my soul, carved deep and wide,
every joy I had just died.
Smiles rot behind my face,
I survive but lose the race.

My past repeats inside my head,
my future sounds like something dead.

Pain, money, misery — same disease,
while they drink to life and scream “cheers”.
Something in me slowly drowned,
I’m still breathing but I’m not around.
Dead inside, I wear the proof,
every scar is living truth.
I won’t end it, I won’t break —
I’ll run away before it’s too fucking late.

Not suicide.
Not surrender.
Just escape
before I’m buried under.

I choose motion over decay.

Pain, money, misery — let it burn,
I refuse to rot where I was born.
If my past is chasing me,
I’ll outrun fate, I’ll fucking flee.
Dead inside but still awake,
still one choice left I’ll take:
I won’t end it, I won’t break —
I’ll run away before it’s too fucking late.

Run…
before it’s too late.