V
FREEAd-supported · limited skips.
Iron Psalms for the Marginal — Young Ferris cover art
TrackWA-1UXyjsNqqnCS

Iron Psalms for the Marginal

byYoung Ferris

TrapDark2:58
LyricsEnglishLicensed for venues
0:00of 2:58
−2:58

Liner notes

Trap · Dark · 2:58

rap, Aggressive hip hop / trap banger with male vocals; menacing synth lead over punchy low-end, rapid-fire hats and snapping snares, Verses stay sparse and dry for tight, percussive bars; choruses swell with blown-out bass, layered gang chants, and widened stereo, Breakdown sections drop to almost acapella with faint synth drones, then slam back in with an even heavier, saturated mix and extra risers, hip hop, rapid, raw, vocal

About Iron Psalms for the Marginal

Iron Psalms for the Marginal is a dark trap song by Young Ferris (2:58, sung in English), from the album Wolfskin and Ash Runes. It is part of the WeavyAudio catalog and licensed for commercial playback in cafés, restaurants, gyms, stores and other venues.

More royalty-free hip-hop music. More dark tracks. From the album Wolfskin and Ash Runes. License it for your venue.

Credits

Genre
Trap
Mood
Dark
Length
2:58
Vocals
English
License
Licensed for venues

Keywords

  • rap
  • Aggressive hip hop / trap banger with male vocals; menacing synth lead over punchy low-end
  • rapid-fire hats and snapping snares
  • Verses stay sparse and dry for tight
  • percussive bars; choruses swell with blown-out bass
  • layered gang chants
  • and widened stereo
  • Breakdown sections drop to almost acapella with faint synth drones
  • then slam back in with an even heavier
  • saturated mix and extra risers
  • hip hop
  • rapid
  • raw
  • vocal

Added 1 month ago · 8/27/2026 · licensed for venue play

Lyrics· follows audio

Iron Psalms for the Marginal lyrics

Intro

Broke scale, bent compass, still I'm moving north

Every map they sold me led me off the course

Verse 1

Started in the basement with a broken tape machine

Fingers on the buttons, dreaming in between

Landlord at the door, I'm mixing through the night

Rent is due on Tuesday, studio my only light

Brother doing ten years, wrote me from the pen

Said keep the sound alive, we gon' build again

I sold my winter coat to book a studio

Slept in borrowed corners, let the cold just go

Momma took two shifts, I took the long way up

Every bar a brick, I'm building from the dust

They said the odds don't move for people such as us

I said watch the weight shift when you carry just enough

Four a.m. the space heater humming like a prayer

Cracked knuckles on the board, I'm threading through the air

Uncle said the struggle gonna break you down to bone

I said that's how the metal learns to stand alone

Chorus

Pressure turns the coal to diamonds in the dark

Every scar's a sermon, every wound's a spark

Watch the rust turn gold, watch the ash rebuild

This is how the marginal get legendary filled

Verse 2

Corner store arithmetic, I'm counting what I'm owed

Dimes and silver quarters from the work along the road

Cousin made it out but left his shadow in the block

Said the price of rising means the ones behind you stop

I'm writing through the silence, keeping vigil with the lost

Every line's a lantern for the ones who paid the cost

Debt collector calling, but I'm calling out the names

Of the ones who held the line before the world knew fame

Sister in the hospital, I'm sending half my check

Robbing Peter's verses just to pay what Peter's owed yet

They measuring my worth in what I'm bringing to the table

I'm measuring my worth in every voice I'm calling able

Cold coffee, ash tray, three a.m. agenda

Writing down the stories that the streets could never send up

This pen's a pry bar for the ones locked in the dark

I'm the voice the voiceless kept alive inside their heart

Chorus

Pressure turns the coal to diamonds in the dark

Every scar's a sermon, every wound's a spark

Watch the rust turn gold, watch the ash rebuild

This is how the marginal get legendary filled

Bridge

They said stay small, stay silent, stay in place

I said watch me make a kingdom from this space

Broken things don't ask for permission to survive

I'm the proof that bent don't mean that you can't rise

Verse 3

Twenty years of fighting just to earn a single breath

Wrote my name in margins, still they say I ain't earned yet

But I'm here, translating all the suffering to song

Every note a testament, a proof I held on long

The block don't build monuments for people such as we

So I'm carving it in verses, let the legacy be free

My mother's hands were callused, now my fingers know the way

I'm her sons and her daughters, every word I say

Grandmama spoke in psalms while folding other people's clothes

Now her grandson's speaking truth in every bar that flows

From the catalog

Also on WeavyAudio

WeavyAudio StudioWA-1UXyjsNqqnCS

Versions of this song

Side A

More songs by Young Ferris

  1. A1

    Sackcloth Ledger

    Young Ferris
    WA-JPaiwYLn5l7m1:11
  2. A2WA-6kJZM7JsohWL4:00
  3. A3WA-E3zDXEhOtGcr4:00
  4. A4WA-QleqPHj0O8ym2:38
  5. A5

    Wolfcoat Testament

    Young Ferris
    WA-jOUHH4zfrsVm2:47
  6. A6WA-zpr6drOeTX4u4:00

Side B

Similar dark trap tracks

  1. B1WA-9hOZKf7L2dXs88BPM3:07
  2. B2

    Bas w oponach

    Neon Szybki
    WA-fSfjIqs3xHv73:00
  3. B3

    Le Poids De La Rue

    Sombre Cartel
    WA-Ae2EbDDbrvqN88BPM3:28
  4. B4WA-RlNyeCqjOfET140BPM1:45
  5. B5WA-MPb6llM7vrQi88BPM3:30
  6. B6

    Ostatni wciąg

    Młody Sztos
    WA-gT55JIqzcOXQ117BPM3:00
We use cookies for analytics (Google Analytics) to understand traffic. Essential cookies for sign-in are always on. See our Privacy Policy.