Ash in my lungs, heart made of stone,
They want to know how to live, but I’m stuck in this zone:
Survive, ignore till the echoes all burn,
I speak in concrete – no happy return.
(Haa – Brrrm – Step! – Crack!)
PART 1:
Streets were never bright – gray and cold as ice,
Brothers behind bars, frozen tears, no price.
I’ve devoured nights where others embraced a dream,
My truth packed in bags, my faith in the seams.
The blocks are poison, but I stand tall and firm,
Between debts and guns, I had to learn.
Every line is a stab, each beat my own trial,
Who speaks of the light when the streets are in denial?
PART 2:
Mother cried tears, but I wore the mute,
Between crack smoke and flight, there was no truth.
My heart is concrete, but beats like a drum,
Once you’ve felt the freeze, forever you’re numb.
I tap lines like scars on forgotten skin,
My voice is a headstone, my breath like the wind.
I don’t live for the likes, but for chaos to rise,
My tracks are confessions – your last demise.
HOOK (2x):
Ash in my lungs, heart made of stone,
They want to know how to live, but I’m stuck in this zone:
Survive, ignore till the echoes all burn,
I speak in concrete – no happy return.
(Brrrm – Ha! – Step! – Crack!)
PART 3:
I need no label, no fame, no applause,
Just my reflection that says: "You’ll break these walls."
But I stay in the shadows where the light never gleams,
Where hope’s like weeds, fading too fast from dreams.
I write no hits – just nightmares pour out,
Every line a reminder of silent clout.
Four walls, no bed, just my block as a beat,
And the gun on the table whispers that it's sweet.
OUTRO (echoed, fading):
Don't give me comfort, don’t offer a prayer –
I am the echo of the street, forever laid bare.
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