713 East Baldwin

[Intro]
713 East Baldwin
Yeah
That’s home
[Verse 1]
Plastic on the windows
Snow in through the cracks
Mama heatin’ up the kitchen
Keepin’ whole dreams intact
Outside sirens sing lullabies
We learned every note
Had my back to the drywall
Fear stuck in my throat
Chase on the front steps
Scuffed shoes, split lip
Said “little bro, keep quiet
You don’t talk, you dip”
Cole watchin’ from the corner
Eyes hard, too old
He was only just a kid
But his stare felt cold
Ayla in the bedroom
Drawin’ worlds on the wall
Said “we ain’t from this block
We just passin’ through it all”
I would sleep to the scratch
Of her pencil in the night
Whole world feelin’ heavy
But her lines felt light
[Chorus]
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Where the pain made poets out of all them
Chase runnin’ wild, Cole stayin’ hardened
Ayla drawin’ doors out the apartment
Oh, we were just kids in the crosswind
Tryna turn losses into options
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Where the hurt taught love how to walk in
[Verse 2]
Summers in Spokane
Dust in the air
Ball with a busted rim
Boys tryna not care
We would race down the alley
Past the spray paint names
Every color on the bricks
Was a friend, was a flame
Chase got into trouble
For a chain and a fight
Came home with a grin
Purple eye, fake pride
Cole said “that’s how it goes
Ain’t nothin’ you can change”
But I saw his hands shakin’
He was tired of the same
Ayla packed a backpack
Full of mixtapes and books
Said “I’m leavin’ in my head
Every time you don’t look”
She would hum in the hallway
Like a promise, like a plan
Made the broken porch light
Feel like it could stand
[Chorus]
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Where the pain made poets out of all them
Chase runnin’ wild, Cole stayin’ hardened
Ayla drawin’ doors out the apartment
Oh, we were just kids in the crosswind
Tryna turn losses into options
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Where the hurt taught love how to walk in
[Bridge]
Now I ride past that corner
See the weeds through the floor
House leanin’ like it’s tired
Can’t hold ghosts anymore
But I still hear us laughin’
Through the cracks in the paint
We were sinners, we were searchin’
We were saints, we were ain’t
[Chorus]
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Where the pain made poets out of all them
Chase runnin’ wild, Cole stayin’ hardened
Ayla drawin’ doors out the apartment
Oh, we were just kids in the crosswind
Tryna turn losses into options
I grew up on 713 East Baldwin
Now I wear that name like an organ, beatin’ in my skin

rap, Melodic trap beat with eerie piano loop, dark sub-bass, and crisp hi-hats. Male vocals half-sung, half-rapped; verses confessional and close-mic’d, hook opens up with stacked harmonies and autotuned top line. Ad-libs echo in the gaps, with a distant pad widening the chorus and a simple bell motif for nostalgia.