Dust on the Needle

Crumbs on the table

Bills in a pile

Mom worked doubles

I ain’t seen her smile

Hand‑me‑down coat

February cold

Dreams in the margins

Of a worksheet fold

Bus seat shaking

Headphones bleeding

Every cracked sidewalk

Had a bar in the seams

Writing on receipts

From the corner store

They said “aim smaller”

I just wrote more

Dust on the needle, hope in my chest

Heart on the line, ink on my desk

Came from the quiet, turned to a threat

I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet

Dust on the needle, loop it again

Pain in the bars, faith in the pen

Came from the bottom, talk to me then

I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (yeah)

Uncle hit the bottle

Cousin hit the block

I hit every journal

Like it might unlock

Something in my spirit

Banging on the door

Light through the blinds

On the bedroom floor

Friends talk fast

‘Bout some fast cash

I talk slow

‘Bout my craft, laugh

They said “that rap phase

Gonna fade soon”

Then I packed three shows

In a cramped back room (woo)

Dust on the needle, hope in my chest

Heart on the line, ink on my desk

Came from the quiet, turned to a threat

I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet

Dust on the needle, loop it again

Pain in the bars, faith in the pen

Came from the bottom, talk to me then

I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (oh)