Verse 1
Late nights, city hum under my sneakers,
heartbeat keeps time with the traffic lights.
Cold metal, heavy like the memories I carry,
don’t ask where — just know it’s quiet when I ride.
Mama prayed for different paths than the ones I chose,
friends turned ghosts on corners where the cold wind blows.
I keep my mouth closed, let the silence talk for me,
learned the cost of speaking when the ledger’s heavy.
Pre-Chorus
I ain’t proud, I’m cautious, moving like a shadow,
every step’s a sermon, every breath a battle.
Chorus
Tuck and trust, keep the night on my shoulder,
walking two steps from the life I used to know.
Tuck and trust, keep my kin out the crossfire,
holding steady when the streets start to show.
I don’t want no echoes of a gunshot lullaby,
just a chance to wake up, see my kids rise.
Verse 2
Seen too many faces turn to headlines,
laughs turned quiet, names carved in stones.
We hustle for a future that don’t come in paper,
try to buy back time with pockets full of loans.
Trust is currency, traded like a rumor,
loyalty’s tested when the block turns rumor.
I keep my circle small, keep my reasons smaller,
live to write a different chapter for my daughter.
Pre-Chorus
I ain’t built for fireworks — I’m built for the long,
steady like the drumbeat of the city’s song.
Chorus
Tuck and trust, keep the night on my shoulder,
walking two steps from the life I used to know.
Tuck and trust, keep my kin out the crossfire,
holding steady when the streets start to show.
I don’t want no echoes of a gunshot lullaby,
just a chance to wake up, see my kids rise.
Bridge
One day I’mma tuck this weight into the past,
bury all the reasons that had me moving fast.
Till then I’m careful, praying for a softer dawn,
counting blessings while I carry what’s been drawn.
Breakdown (soft)
If the world gets louder, I’ll keep quiet long enough,
save my hands for building, not for taking stuff.
Final Chorus (lean)
Tuck and trust, keeping hope beside my heartbeat,
walking out the dark toward a morning slow.
Tuck and trust, teach my young ones how to breathe deep,
show ’em how to leave the streets and let it go.
I don’t want no echoes of a gunshot lullaby,
just a chance to wake up, see my kids rise.
Porque music
See you when I see you
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