THE EXAM I NEVER GOT TO WRITE – Grant Zukel | Intimate Rap

Sparse, intimate rap tells of a narrator whose failed connection prevents an exam attempt, leaving an engineering dream unresolved while the desire to pursue it remains. Grant Zukel Music • 4K Visualizer Like & subscribe for more original music. LYRICS I didn’t ask to pass. I just wanted the chance To find out if I could. I wrote “engineer” beside my name, Then turned another page. Stayed until the difficult parts Were things I could explain. Some nights the words were blurring. I’d whisper, “One more time.” I could almost see a future That I hoped would become mine. No one needed to remind me What that one exam could mean. I had carried it through months of work And seen it in my dreams. I didn’t get a question. I didn’t get a grade. Just a page that wouldn’t open Where I’d hoped to write my name. All the nights I gave tomorrow, All the things I’d learned by heart— I was ready for the hardest part. I never got to start. When the morning finally came, I was frightened, but prepared. Had the kind of hope that trembles When the thing you want is there. Then the connection wouldn’t work. I kept trying. Watched the time. At first, I thought, “A minute.” Then, “Please. Just let me try.” I knew I couldn’t fix it By pressing harder on the screen. But I kept trying anyway, Like it might understand the need. I kept trying past the moment When I knew I’d missed my time. Still knew everything I’d studied. Still had nothing I could write. I didn’t get a question. I didn’t get a grade. Just a page that wouldn’t open Where I’d hoped to write my name. All the nights I gave tomorrow, All the things I’d learned by heart— I was ready for the hardest part. I never got to start. How do you tell somebody, “I missed the test,” Without it sounding Like you didn’t do your best? I had so much to show them. There was nowhere it could go. Closed the book. Sat still. I don’t know how long. Now I take the jobs I find. Keep on trying to get through. When somebody asks about my dream, I say, “I’m working on it too.” Sometimes I find those old notes, All the questions I worked through. See the parts I underlined Because I knew what I could do. I don’t know if I’d have passed. That’s the part that hurts to say. All I wanted was to find out— Not to wonder every day. Maybe I’d have struggled. Maybe I’d have needed help. But I wanted that result to come From something I had done myself. And my story isn’t over. There’s still more I want to do. But some nights I’m back that morning, Begging for the page to come through. People hear “a missed exam.” I hear the plans I used to make. I see the person I was working toward And the step I couldn’t take. I didn’t get a question. I didn’t get a grade. Just a page that wouldn’t open Where I’d hoped to write my name. All the nights I gave tomorrow, All the things I’d learned by heart— I was ready for the hardest part. I never got to start. I still write “engineer” Beside my name sometimes. I haven’t crossed it out. Song & written lyrics: https://suno.com/song/3ea3f119-6bb7-4... #GrantZukel #StorytellingRap #EmotionalRap