Empty Pockets, Big Dreams

[Verse]
Brain on pause, pockets on famine,
Echoes in the wallet, sound like cannon,
No queen on the scene, no kings for the planning,
Solo like a sax in a subway's tannin'.
[Chorus]
Empty pockets, heavy dreams,
Living in the cracks, chasing schemes,
Rich and famous, that’s the theme,
No cash, no crew, but I’ll redeem.
[Verse 2]
Dust in the fridge, echoes in the jar,
Dreams parked in my head, engine won’t start,
World’s so cold, no coat for the scars,
But I’m reaching for the sky, moon’s not too far.
[Bridge]
Empty streets, footsteps solo,
Whispers in my ear, saying "Go, bro!"
From zero to a hero, that’s the promo,
Turn this broke life into a show, though.
[Chorus]
Empty pockets, heavy dreams,
Living in the cracks, chasing schemes,
Rich and famous, that’s the theme,
No cash, no crew, but I’ll redeem.

rich, gritty bassline, rap, raw male vocals, boom bap beat, hard-hitting