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Blood on the Blue
Diggy Graves

This intense track fuses hardcore rap with haunting horror themes, taking listeners on a dark journey through a twisted narrative of betrayal, childhood trauma, and irreversible choices. Explore the haunting tale of a little boy who wore blue that led to an unimaginable act 35 years later. A chilling blend of hard-hitting beats and eerie soundscapes evokes the depth of human emotion and the chaos within.


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Verse 1:
A little boy in blue, always standin' there,
Haunted halls of school, man, I swear it’s not fair.
Taunted by his laugh, cuttin’ me deep,
Recess time was hell, no place I could sleep.

He wore that damn color like he owned the day,
Every jab, every taunt, pushed me further away.
Fast forward decades, now the scars run thick,
In my late forties, time to unleash this sick.

Chorus:
'Cause 35 years later, I pulled that trigger,
In the moonlight silence, my heart’s grown bigger.
It wasn’t just blue; it was anger and pain,
I shot the boy who grew into a stain.

Verse 2:
But he wasn't a boy, just a ghost of the past,
35 years, those blue threads were cast.
As I watched him grown, sleepin’ with my wife,
Manifestin’ my rage, cuttin’ the knife.

Blue like the sky, turned dark like a storm,
Doomed in the moment, I can’t conform.
It wasn’t the color, no, it was betrayal,
I aimed for my vengeance, in the shadows, I sailed.

Chorus:
'Cause 35 years later, I pulled that trigger,
In the moonlight silence, my heart’s grown bigger.
It wasn’t just blue; it was anger and pain,
I shot the boy who grew into a stain.

Outro:
Divine peace hit me, like a whisper in night,
'Cause it wasn't about blue, just wrong and right.
Bipolar madness, took a grip on my soul,
Shot him for freedom, just tryin' to feel whole.

Revision 2:
Verse 1:
Yo, a little boy in blue, always up in my zone,
Fabric of my sanity, stretchin' like a marathon.
Mocked my world, twisted my desire,
Every laugh he made, stoked a deeper fire.

Fast-forward three and a half decades, yeah, I’m talkin’!
Boi wore that blue to leave my soul rockin’.
Control slipping, heart gripped in fright,
Had to drift back in darkness, prepared for the fight.

Chorus:
So 35 years later, yeah, I pulled that steel,
Thought I’d find peace, but the pain is real.
Wasn't the blue, nah, it was deeper than that,
I shot the boy who found time to be a rat.

Verse 2:
In the shadows, yeah, a serpentine glare,
My wife and that boy, ain't no truth, just despair.
He grew up in blue like a phantom in the night,
Broke all my spirit, couldn't put up a fight.

Deep madness lurkin’, riskin’ my face,
Calm in my hand, time to erase.
Betrayed by my love, lost to the blues,
Aimed for his heart, had nothing to lose.

Chorus:
So 35 years later, yeah, I pulled that steel,
Thought I’d find peace, but the pain is real.
Wasn't the blue, nah, it was deeper than that,
I shot the boy who found time to be a rat.

Outro:
Moment of silence, bullet sings in grace,
Wasn't about blue, yeah, just a twisted chase.
Living in shadows, with madness on the rise,
Once I let it go, solid truth in disguise.

Revision 3:
Verse 1:
Insidious boy in blue, born from hate,
Echoes of laughter, painted a twisted fate.
He was the shadow, pierced through my soul,
Past rips apart, night swallowin' whole.

35 years, each memory bleed,
Blue threads pulled tight, growing roots of greed.
Doomed in this cycle, forever I grieve,
But tonight, oh tonight, let me finally breathe.

Chorus:
35 years later, straight through the night,
Pulled that trigger, shadows blur into light.
No more blue burdens, ripped out like weeds,
I shot the boy who became all my needs.

Verse 2:
He was a man now, thought he could take,
My wife and my peace, he made my heart break.
Ghost of the child now turned to a beast,
Feeding off of love, angry, never ceased.

Now in my grip, rage manifests,
No love lost in this dark love fest.
He wore blue proudly like a badge of shame,
Pulled the steel trigger, no one left to blame.

Chorus:
35 years later, straight through the night,
Pulled that trigger, shadows blur into light.
No more blue burdens, ripped out like weeds,
I shot the boy who became all my needs.

Outro:
Silent confession, pop a bullet through time,
Wasn’t about blue, it was my broken rhyme.
Bipolar madness folding in on pain,
Finally free now, but somethin’ remains.

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About "Blood on the Blue"
  • Song Idea:

    The sound of the song affects the lyrics. To create our soundtrack fuses hardcore rap with horror themes that is intense and hard hitting. Produce a track made with sounds of horror films on a hip hop beat.

    You’re a professional hard style rapper with a fucked up story to tell for the first time ever. Your writing style is influenced by BONEZ, ghostmane, and Diggy Graves. Write lyrics creating a dark and demented story about a little boy who wouldn’t stop wearing blue so you had to shot him 35 years later. Layer the lyrics with the song writing style by using the verses to talk about the past and use the verse to describe the present moment. Make hook memorable and catchy. For example, the first verse could talk about who the little boy did to upset you 35 years in your past then the second verse could be about what the boy did to make you have the color blue, third chorus could be concisely describing the moment that changed your life and made you want to write this song 35 years later when you haven’t seen or spoken to this boy since 5th grade. You’re the songwriter in their late 40s. Example for chorus, make this the theme of describing the present time and what you did aka you shot the man who was the boy to become mentally freed to this horrible memory that you’ll never forgive and it was never about the color blue. The boy in the story is the man your wife was sleeping with so you shot him. The theme is dark and twisted story of your manic states during bipolar episodes unveiling in the outro that it was never about the kid wearing blue and it was much deeper than that. The color blue is represented by your anger and frustration towards the little boy you shot. The divine momentary peacefulness you felt once manic episode ends and bullet released. Rewrite lyrics 3 times using hard rap style verses making the story darker and more demented each revision.

  • Artist Inspiration:

    Diggy Graves, insane clown posse

  • Created: July 25, 2024
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