MASSIL IA - Gold in the Wound

VideoEdit - GOLD IN THE WOUND - MASSILIA / VideoRemix / Visualiser / Deep soul-funk grooves meet late-night noir jazz. A raw, atmospheric journey led by a weathered saxophone, blending the warmth of classic soul with the gritty edge of the modern night city. It’s the sound of the streets, the neon, and the stories written in ink. PlayList:    • GOLD Romantic Hits   Author Channel: ‪@MASSILIA06‬ Produced by: MASSIL IA / MASSILIA I.A PROD Visualizer Channel (required): ‪@DragonTVbox‬ Lyrics: [0:00 – 0:15] — Intro (Saxophone crying through the walls, street ambience) [0:15 – 0:45] 20 years of running from a version of myself, Kept my pain in silence like a trophy on a shelf. Every night I told myself tomorrow I'll be free, But tomorrow kept on moving every time it looked at me. Wrote my name in concrete when the city wasn't watching, Bled into the pavement every dream I kept on dropping. Saxophone was crying through the walls of my block, Heartstrings in my heartbeat like a key without a lock. [0:45 – 1:00] But I felt something turning deep inside my bones, Felt the music calling me back home. Through the fire and the silence and the years, Something golden growing out of all my tears. [1:00 – 1:30] There is gold inside the wound, Beauty growing where the pain bloomed. Every scar became a song I had to sing, Every broken wing became the reason I grew wings up. Gold in the wound, gold in the wound. [1:30 – 2:00] Yeah, right there, right in the pain. Mama used to hum while she was mopping up the floor, Like the melody was keeping wolves away from our door. Didn't have a record deal, didn't have a plan, Just a voice and a heartbeat and two empty hands. Hustled through the winter when the label said no, Kept the fire burning when they wanted me cold. Every door they closed became a window I climbed, Every word they used against me turned to a rhyme. [2:00 – 2:15] But I felt something turning deep inside my bones, Felt the music calling me back home. [2:15 – 2:45] There is gold inside the wound, Beauty growing where the pain bloomed. Every scar became a song I had to sing, Every broken wing became the reason I grew wings. Oh, we found it deep inside. [2:45 – 3:00] I used to think survival was the best that I could do, But surviving ain't the same thing as becoming something true. Something true, deep and true. [3:00 – 3:30] Forgive the ones who left me, forgive the ones who stayed, Forgive the boy I used to be for every time he prayed. Now I stand before the mirror and I recognize the face, Not the boy who used to beg the world to give him space. A man who turned his midnight into something like a dawn, Who kept on singing every time the melody was gone. [3:30 – 4:00] There is gold inside the wound, Beauty growing where the pain bloomed... Deeper, richer, stronger, golden, Always free. #classicfunk #rnbchill #soulfulchill #soulvibes #bluessoul #funkvibes #groovevibes #newmusic2026 #sophistipop #retroRnB #modernsoul #rnb2025 #newmusic #discofever #soulfulvibes #groovesoul #groovefunk #chillgroove #smoothsoul #rnb2026 #DragonTVbox #NightDrive