Keep me here

Melody-led metalcore at 145 BPM, built around a memorable minor-key chorus hook before the verses lock into lyrics. Drop-C guitars alternate tight palm-muted chugs with ringing octave lines; punchy double-kick drums and a clipped snare drive the heavy sections. Clean layered vocals lift the chorus, contrasted by gritty screams, with a half-time breakdown, pinch harmonics, and a final chorus widened by harmonies and ambient guitar delay.

[Verse 1] I came up with a pocket full of pennies and a head full of plans Bus pass creased up, had to make the day fit in my hands Mom said, "Son, keep your chin up," I said, "I got the grit" Old shoes, new route, but I never once quit I seen the cold look twice, still I brought the heat Learned more from a lean week than a brand new seat They want shine, I want truth, let the record show Turn a small room loud when I step in slow Name on the page, then the page got weight Took the long way home just to dodge that gate I don't chase the flash, I chase the proof Built a whole roof with a handful of roof If the lock won't turn, then I pick that doubt If the room stays dark, I still walk it out Yeah, I keep my word like a scar on skin Pocket full of pennies, but I'm rich within [Chorus] Pocket full of pennies Head full of flame Pocket full of pennies Still I came to take my name [Verse 2] Late nights, same block, I was mapping my moves Every wrong turn taught me what I don't lose Had a dented pride, had a loud little laugh Had to learn fast how to carry my half Now the same folks stare when I slide through clean Like they never saw this side of me in the meantime I don't need the crown if the crown feel fake I'd rather eat my fill from a plate I make Every scar got a story, every bruise got a beat Every door I kicked open had to answer my feet I was born with the storm, so I dance in it If the world's too hard, I put my hands in it Keep my circle small, keep my focus sharp One bright thought can cut right through the dark So when the beat drops low and the room go still I remind 'em what it costs just to build what I build [Bridge] I used to count change on the corner store step Now I count the people still here, yeah, every one kept No silver spoon, just a spoon bent warped Still made soup out of scraps when the cupboards got short If they close one door, I don't stand there mad I learn the hinge, learn the frame, come back with a plan I ain't magic, I just stayed in the race Hands full of work and a clear-eyed face [Chorus] Pocket full of pennies Head full of flame Pocket full of pennies Still I came to take my name