[Verse 1]
Section 8 spot in a million-dollar zip code
Marble on they driveways, leaks in my window
Mom on the couch, staring through the sitcom glow
Dad in the garage, talking to the shadow of a ghost
Hand-me-down chair, crooked little wheel squeak
Ramp by the steps like a warning, not a welcome piece
Kids ride past on electric toys, they don’t see me
Just a charity case parked by the TV
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (payback)
[Verse 2]
Private school hallways, polished like a showroom
Lockers full of lunch money, I bring free food
Rumors in a group chat, pictures of my bent shoes
Name in they captions, all caps, “what a sad dude”
Teacher say “ignore them,” she don’t see the hallway
Phone flash pop when I hit a bump in the walkway
“Can you even run?” they laugh in the wrong way
I just stare ’cause I run in my songs all day
Dinner at my place? That’s a paper plate warzone
Mom’s pills lined up like trophies on a short shelf
Dad yelling at the world through a cracked phone
Saying life did him dirty, never blames himself
I wheel past, earbuds like armor on my head
Block out every slur, every “cripple” that they said
They got trust funds, I got trust issues instead
But I trust this mic more than any of them
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (yeah, my payback)
[Bridge]
They see chair, I see chariot (chariot)
Rolling through a world that don’t care enough
They see weak, I see warrior cut
Out the part of the story they scared to touch
If I’m the joke, then I’ll own that punch
Swing back with a line, leave ’em out to lunch
Broken home, but my hope intact
From the bottom of the hill in the cul-de-sac
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (payback)
Yeah, I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
And I’ll break this street before it breaks me back