Lyrics

[Intro – slow atmospheric pads, faint war drums, with whispered back chants]

[Flow note: Spoken style, emotional build-up – raw tone, paced like spoken word poetry over tension-building drums]

(back chant: “Stand tall… don’t fall… iron soul…”)

They prayed on his pain, but it made him a king
Came from the silence, now hear how he sings
Didn’t bend, didn’t beg, didn’t break in the ring
He took scars, made wings… Bradley, that’s a different thing

(chant builds: “Iron… Soul… Walk that fire slow…”)

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[Verse 1 – heavy trap beat kicks in, flows tight & sharp]

[Flow note: Spit fast but clear; punchy flow, with storytelling clarity — aggressive but with introspection.]

Yo—
They threw dirt on the name, but the roots grew deep
Talk heavy, walk silent, while the wolves lose sleep
Got losses in his chest, got fire in his feet
Still move like a god, no surrender, no retreat

Had nights with no hope, just prayer and a plan
Kept ten toes down, when most would’ve ran
Pressure made diamonds, the boy made land
Turned pain into property — that’s a real man

He done broke through limits they built in his way
Did the work, took the hits, while they slept through the day
Said he too much? Nah — they just not enough
Heart like a lion, life hit, but he tough

(back chant: “Keep walkin’… no stoppin’…”)

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[Hook – Afro-fusion bounce kicks in, melodic but powerful]

[Flow note: Blend singing with chant-like rhythm; smooth R&B tone layered over trap hi-hats and Afro bass. Layer harmony on last line.]

Iron soul, he don’t fold, nah
Storm come, still he bold, yah
Dark times, but he glowed — look!
He still rise like he wrote the book

(chant echo: “Stand tall… Iron soul…”)
Aye, you can’t kill the truth, boo
He took pain, made proof too
Say what you want, but he breakthrough
Bradley, he a living breakthrough

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[Verse 2 – double-time switch up like a verbal drum roll]

[Flow note: Hit a rapid-fire lyrical burst here. Speed flow with clear enunciation — a lyrical climax.]

Look—
They ain’t see the nights he was drowning in debt
Still wrote plans with a sword to his neck
Still cooked meals when the fridge was dead
Still made peace when his peace got wrecked

Too many counted him out, now they copy his route
Told lies on his name, now they quiet as drought
He ain’t flex for the gram, he just built up clout
By staying real in a world that don’t know what that’s about

Pain in his spine, but strength in his heart
Didn’t fake a thing — every win, every part
When life got cold, he became the spark
Now he walk with a flame they can’t pull apart

(back chant: “Never back down… He the crown…”)


[Bridge – slow down, soft auto-tuned singing moment]

[Flow note: Light melodic singing — echo FX, Afro-bounce claps come back in gently. Reflective tone.]

He cry sometimes in the dark, but he rise when the day call
Fall seven, stand eight tall
No chains on his fate, nah
Bradley… that soul unbreakable…


[Final Hook – layered, emotional chant + vocals + rap stack]

[chants]