Sarim buried alive

Shabban in a box, yeah you buried in the sound,
Not by dirt—but opinions that you found,
Every voice above you, yeah they pushing you down,
You ain’t lost in the grave, you just lost in the crowd.

You screaming “that’s me” but it’s never your tone,
Every line you drop sound like somebody else’s clone,
If identity’s a grave, you already been thrown,
Buried alive in thoughts that you never owned.

Heartbeat loud but your voice stay mute,
Trying to stand out but you follow every route,
Got a hundred different styles but none of them you,
You a remix of people, not a real debut.

They lower the lid every time that you speak,
‘Cause you echo their words like it’s all that you keep,
Dig yourself out? Man that climb look steep,
When your whole personality copy-paste deep.

No shovel needed, you dug this yourself,
Stacking up opinions like they sitting on a shelf,
Now you trapped underneath everybody else,
Can’t rise up when you ain’t even yourself.

You reaching for light but you stuck in the dark,
Every borrowed opinion just another false spark,
Trying to leave a legacy, trying to leave a mark,
But you fading away like a name in the bark.

So break out the box, find a voice that’s yours,
Stop living life through everybody else’s words,
‘Cause being buried alive ain’t about dirt or the floors…
It’s losing yourself while you copying yours. 🎤🔥

Diss track, Hip Hop, Chanting, Rap Vocals, Shouting Vocals, Male Vocals, Energetic, Aggressive, Tense, Bass, Synth, Male Vocals