Still making my bed

STILL MAKING MY BED

[Intro]
Yeah…
Sometimes the people closest to you
Can make your greatest achievements feel like a problem…
But I’m still here.
Still building.

[Verse 1]
I bought myself a used Harrier, believing I had found a way,
A kid from the neighborhood finally seeing brighter days,
But my brother questioned my progress, as if it were misplaced,
“Didn’t we plan together? Why did you have to be the first to get paid?”
Those words affected me and made me question my place,
As though I were expected to remain behind while others found their space,
As though I should postpone my dreams until everyone had theirs,
But I worked for every opportunity; no one simply placed me there.
The car came with its problems, and I worried through the night,
I nearly considered selling it and walking away from the fight,
Then I realized that giving up was exactly what they might like,
So I addressed each issue and kept my future in sight.
I’m not claiming everything is perfect; I’m learning how to cope,
Sometimes when the road grows dark, you have to hold on to hope,
They can question every decision and doubt what I become,
But I didn’t come this far just to turn around and run.

[Chorus]
I feel so empty, but I’m still breathing,
My heart feels heavy, but I’m still dreaming,
They don’t understand all the nights I spend healing,
There’s a smile on my face, but the pain keeps speaking.
I built my bed, so I’m prepared to lie in it,
If the road grows difficult, I’ll remain committed,
They can question my name and attempt to diminish it,
But this life is mine, and I’ll make a way with it.

[Verse 2]
I remember being younger, feeling that no one understood,
Carrying countless dreams while being misunderstood,
Music became my refuge when I couldn’t express them as I should,
So I placed my pain inside these verses, knowing that I could.
I don’t need congratulations from someone consumed by doubt,
I only need a moment of peace when the pressure becomes too loud,
Family opinions hurt the most because they’re supposed to be your crowd,
But sometimes you have to grow independently before you make them proud.
I’m not envious of anyone; I simply want success of my own,
I’m not competing with my brother; I’m focused on the path I’ve chosen,
If I stumble, let me stumble; I’ll recover from the strain,
Every failure taught me something, and every struggle strengthened me.
That Harrier is not perfect, but to me it represents effort,
It reflects the younger me who kept his dreams alive,
Even when the car had faults, I refused to run or hide,
I’ll continue making progress with my head held high.

[Chorus]
I feel so empty, but I’m still breathing,
My heart feels heavy, but I’m still dreaming,
They don’t understand all the nights I spend healing,
There’s a smile on my face, but the pain keeps speaking.
I built my bed, so I’m prepared to lie in it,
If the road grows difficult, I’ll remain committed,
They can question my name and attempt to diminish it,
But this life is mine, and I’ll make a way with it.

[Verse 3]
Perhaps one day they’ll understand why I had to choose myself,
Why I couldn’t leave my dreams gathering dust upon a shelf,
I was tired of feeling small and constantly waiting for help,
So I began investing in myself, even when I doubted myself.
My mother wanted better, and that is why I cannot fold,
I have people I love, and that is why I remain bold,
I don’t need a perfect story; I need one I can uphold,
Every chapter I write will transform these wounds into gold.
If the car breaks down again, I’ll repair it when I can,
If tomorrow’s plan falls apart, I’ll develop another plan,
I don’t need to prove that I’m better; I only need to understand
That my journey is not a competition with another man’s.
So here’s to every setback that tried to make me quit,
Here’s to every lonely night when I had to sit with it,
Here’s to everyone who believed I wasn’t built for this,
I’m still making my bed—and I’m determined to sleep in it.

[Outro]
I feel empty sometimes…
But emptiness does not mean I’m finished.
The car had faults.
The road had obstacles.
I had doubts.
Still…
I kept moving forward.
Still making my bed.

Trap, rap ,(74-76)use laid back 4/4 pocket,2 bars per lyrical thought , slow, reflective, wounded and determined , Male Vocals,soft 808/sub bass+piano+restrained drums+atmospheric pad+subtle strings