Trash God Flow

Rags in my hands

Blood on my name

They threw me down once

I climbed out the drain (yeah)

They said I'm garbage

Bagged me, tagged me, cast me away

Sky split open

I fell where the broken stay

Junk rain hittin' like hail on the rooftops

Rust in my lungs

Heart beatin' like a boombox

Every old chair, chain, nail, blade

Talkin' to me, sayin'

"Kid, we were thrown out the same"

Touch metal, it remembers every scar it got

I turn every scar into something they forgot

Turn a bent spoon straight

Let a cracked mask breathe

Make a graveyard of gadgets get up and believe

Down in the gutter, I'm buildin' a throne from the waste

If trash got a god, it’s the kid they erased (yeah)

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)

Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow

If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow

Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)

Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow

If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know

Every “worthless” little soul got a halo

Kids with the handcuffs

Eyes like knives

Guard dogs bark, but they bark from fright

We wear scars like stamps on a travel card

Every stamp say, "life hit way too hard"

I seen halos hangin' over heads in hoodies

I seen saints sittin' knee-deep in soot, lookin' moody

We take chains meant to choke and we swing ’em free

Make a blade outta shame, carve our own ID

Whole city up top throw crumbs, act clean

Down here, we the kings of the cracked machines

They scared of the mirror that we might be

’Cause if trash starts talkin’, they might see me

So I walk with the rust, with the freaks, with the blamed

Turn a pile of rejects to a family name

If fate is a chute, I’m the jam in the track

Wrong kid, wrong place—but I ain’t fallin' back (nah)

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)

Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow

If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow

Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)

Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow

If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know

Every “worthless” little soul got a halo

Tell me who you call trash

When the ground shakes, huh? (who?)

When the lost ones stand

And the walls break up (break)

From the rot, from the rust, from the cut up hands

We gon’ write our names in the junkyard sand (yeah, yeah)

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)

Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow

If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow

Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show

From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)

Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow

If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know

Every “worthless” little soul got a halo