Thirty-Nine Percent
vuyo dlamini
hip hop
rap
deep
world
Reflective boom-bap hip hop with male vocals
mellow Rhodes keys and warm bass under crisp
unhurried drums. Verses sit in a thoughtful pocket with subtle vinyl crackle and low synth pads; hook widens with stacked chant-style doubles and airy harmonies. Bridge strips to keys and voice
then drums slam back in for a head-nod outro
intimate but stadium-ready.
Créé le janv. 25, 2026
Paroles
[Intro]
Third world, first world
Same hurt, same swirl
If you feel this in your chest
You my people on this earth
[Verse 1]
I was raised on worn-out pages
Highlighters, half-paid wages
Mama doing math with the bills on the table
Praying that the light stay stable
I learned history that skipped my neighbors
Saw my block locked out in the papers
So I went and read the names they erased
Found my face in the margins, small print, misplaced
I seen rich kids panic in a quiet room
I seen broke kids laugh in the deepest gloom
Different flags, same pressure on the brain
Different tongues, same thunder in the veins
They told me, “Chase more, be more, need more”
But the wise ones whispered, “You are what you’re here for”
So I studied every word like a map in the rain
Started seeing that our stories all rhyme in the pain
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)
[Verse 2]
I sat in class with the future in a backpack
Reading on the fact that we all overlap
Ancient teachers talking through the ink on the page
Same questions echo from age to age
Who am I
Why we hurt
Why we die
Why this work
Why your God look just like your side
Why your truth mean my truth gotta hide
I met saints in the club on a Friday night
I met devils in suits under bright white lights
I met kids who would share their last plate of rice
And professors who could quote but forgot how to be kind
So I learned you can’t measure by a job or a chain
‘Cause a king can be poor and a slave wear fame
We just children of the same strange breath
Trying to build something soft in a world built deaf
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)
[Bridge]
Tell me, you ever laid awake doing math with your fear
Adding up the days, subtracting every year
Wonder if your father ever learned how to cry
Wonder if your mother ever dreamed she could fly
Tell me, you ever felt rich for a moment in time
Just ‘cause somebody listened and replied, “Me too”
That’s the proof right there in the simple truth
What you carry in the dark got a twin in the room
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)
Third world, first world
Same hurt, same swirl
If you feel this in your chest
You my people on this earth
[Verse 1]
I was raised on worn-out pages
Highlighters, half-paid wages
Mama doing math with the bills on the table
Praying that the light stay stable
I learned history that skipped my neighbors
Saw my block locked out in the papers
So I went and read the names they erased
Found my face in the margins, small print, misplaced
I seen rich kids panic in a quiet room
I seen broke kids laugh in the deepest gloom
Different flags, same pressure on the brain
Different tongues, same thunder in the veins
They told me, “Chase more, be more, need more”
But the wise ones whispered, “You are what you’re here for”
So I studied every word like a map in the rain
Started seeing that our stories all rhyme in the pain
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)
[Verse 2]
I sat in class with the future in a backpack
Reading on the fact that we all overlap
Ancient teachers talking through the ink on the page
Same questions echo from age to age
Who am I
Why we hurt
Why we die
Why this work
Why your God look just like your side
Why your truth mean my truth gotta hide
I met saints in the club on a Friday night
I met devils in suits under bright white lights
I met kids who would share their last plate of rice
And professors who could quote but forgot how to be kind
So I learned you can’t measure by a job or a chain
‘Cause a king can be poor and a slave wear fame
We just children of the same strange breath
Trying to build something soft in a world built deaf
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)
[Bridge]
Tell me, you ever laid awake doing math with your fear
Adding up the days, subtracting every year
Wonder if your father ever learned how to cry
Wonder if your mother ever dreamed she could fly
Tell me, you ever felt rich for a moment in time
Just ‘cause somebody listened and replied, “Me too”
That’s the proof right there in the simple truth
What you carry in the dark got a twin in the room
[Chorus]
We all bleed, we all breathe
We all lose, we all leave
We all pray to be seen, to be free
It’s the same old hurt in a brand-new scene
From the dust to the high-rise glass
From the bus stop line to first-class
If your soul feel broke, you’re not alone in that
I’m just speaking for the thirty-nine percent that
Don’t fit, don’t quit, still trying to connect
With a heart full of hope and a check full of debt
If you feel this line cut straight through your chest
That’s us, that’s us, that’s us (we blessed)