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Punch Clock Prophets

Still Lite

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Still Lite was released on May 30, 2025 by Purgatorio Studio as a part of the album Rhythms Against Nature

Song Details

AlbumRhythms Against Nature

Release DateMay 30, 2025

LabelPurgatorio Studio

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Punch Clock Prophets

Punch Clock Prophets

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Punch Clock

Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Woke up breathin' in a one-room tomb,

Fridge hums empty like a beat with no boom.

Bills on the counter like wolves at the door,

But I spit bars on the floor ‘til my throat gets sore.

Used to boil water just to get warm,

Write verses by the light of a dollar store storm.

Ain’t no Wi-Fi, just a notepad war,

Scratchin’ truth from the bone when my hope got torn.

[Hook – Repeat]

Ain’t no light in the crib, but I’m still lit,

Candle on the desk with a pen and grit.

No silver spoon, just a rusted kit,

They cut the power, but I never quit.

Still lit… still lit…

No lights on but the flame don’t sit.

If pain’s the spark, then this soul won’t split—

Ain’t no light in the crib, but I’m still lit.

[Verse 2]

Neighbors bang walls ‘cause the bass too loud,

But this the only time I feel unbowed.

Mic on the mattress, wires all jacked,

Turnin’ hunger into verses, I ain’t lookin’ back.

Every night a test of the will I got,

When the dark sets in but the dream burns hot.

Ain’t no record deal, just a beat on repeat,

And a prayer I don’t freeze when I sleep this week.

[Verse 3]

Cracked floorboards echo when I pace at night,

Dreams louder than the dark, tryna make it right.

Landlord knockin’ like he run this soul,

But he ain’t seen the wars that I fight to stay whole.

[Hook – Repeat]

No light in the crib, but I burn like this,

Sweat on my brow, with a cold clenched fist.

Power shut off, but the drive don’t quit,

Fuelin’ the fire with the pain I spit.

Still lit, through the broke and the grit,

Heart full of fight, I was built for this.

No switch, no spark, just grit and grit—

No light in the crib, but I’m still lit.

[Verse 4]

Ate ramen cold, tryna warm these rhymes,

Every line a lifeline, bought me time.

Ain’t no crown, but I built my throne—

Outta pain, duct tape, and a microphone.

[Bridge – Dramatic pause, then rise]

Got a notebook spine and a lighter’s glow,

Built a life from the dust where the shadows go.

Can’t dim me down, can’t cut that switch—

Even broke as hell, I don’t flinch.

[Final Hook – Let it roar]

Ain’t no light in the crib, but I’m still lit,

Candle on the desk with a pen and grit.

No silver spoon, just a rusted kit,

They cut the power, but I never quit.

Still lit… still lit…

No lights on but the flame don’t sit.

If pain’s the spark, then this soul won’t split—

Ain’t no light in the crib, but I’m still lit.

Written by: Punch Clock

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