Midnight Stairwell Flow

Backpack half-zipped

Bus pass, old script

Writing on my phone

Till the screen get chipped

Mama in the kitchen

Counting every bill

I was in my headphones

Trying to sit still

Teacher said “dream small”

Chalk on the board

I was drawing big plans

Right over her words

Same shoes, same block

Same cracked grey

Only thing that ever changed

What I gotta say

I rap for the kids in the back row (back row)

Hands in the hoodie, eyes on the window

Head full of “one day,” pockets say “not yet”

Still I bet, yeah I bet, we ain’t done yet

I rap for the nights on the stairwell (stairwell)

Talking like tomorrow gonna end well

Heart loud, world cold, but we won’t fold

This my life, this my mic, this my gold

Friend caught a case

Over ten quick likes

Internet courage

Turned real life stripes

Cousin need work

But the job line thin

He been praying every day

Still the call don’t ring

I ain’t tryna preach

I just paint what I see

If the shoe fit tight

Then it’s probably for me

Every scar, every doubt

Yeah I keep that close

Turn pain into poems

Then I spit those quotes

I rap for the kids in the back row (back row)

Hands in the hoodie, eyes on the window

Head full of “one day,” pockets say “not yet”

Still I bet, yeah I bet, we ain’t done yet

I rap for the nights on the stairwell (stairwell)

Talking like tomorrow gonna end well

Heart loud, world cold, but we won’t fold

This my life, this my mic, this my gold