Intro (soft, humming)
Late nights, I scroll through the quiet — yeah
Pages turn, the pictures whisper
Verse 1
Used to run these blocks with pockets full of marbles,
Jump rope beats, mixtapes, mama callin' from the parcel.
Corner store candy, two for a dollar hustle,
Playing kings and queens, no crowns, just muscle.
Skinned knees, first tears, promises on porches,
Neighbors passin’ stories like they pass the darkness.
We made plans on stoops with chalk and wishes,
Laughed loud enough to drown the sirens and the switches.
Got Polaroids stacked, edges curl like memories,
Names written on the back in shaky, hopeful lead pen.
Little shirts on the line, sun cuttin’ through the wire,
We thought forever was a prize we could acquire.
Chorus (melodic)
All that's left is a faded photograph,
Smiles in color but the edges cut us half.
All that's left is the echo of the block,
Empty swings, late rings, the clock that never stops.
All that's left, yeah, all that's left —
Paper thin and pressed, your face on my breath.
Verse 2 (rhythmic, more direct)
Some boys grew up fast, traded sneakers for the night shift,
Missing birthdays, missed calls, hearts with a tight grip.
Some faces blurred out by headlines and the cold rain,
Silent seats at cookouts, echoes sayin’ their name.
I put my first check in my mama’s hand, felt holy,
Told her I would change the map, make the story slowly.
But success ain't a balm for the scars we collect,
Can’t stitch every wound with a chain or a check.
I keep a photo in my pocket like a prayer card,
Flip it when I’m blinded by the city and the yard.
Reminds me where I started, every lesson, every loss,
Taught me how to love, and also what it cost.
Chorus (melodic)
All that's left is a faded photograph,
Smiles in color but the edges cut us half.
All that's left is the echo of the block,
Empty swings, late rings, the clock that never stops.
All that's left, yeah, all that's left —
Paper thin and pressed, your face on my breath.
Bridge (spoken/rap, urgent)
We built our days around the sound of feet on pavement,
Chased small joys like they owed us arrangements.
They say grow up, leave it, but the roots pull deeper,
Every victory sweet until the nights get steeper.
I write letters to the kid I used to be, fold 'em neat,
Tell him hold on, we gon' keep our seat.
But some seats gone cold, names on a wall,
Still I call them in my dreams, still I answer when they call.
Breakdown (soft)
Picture frames gather dust, light hits the glass,
I trace the laugh lines of a past that passed.
Wind moves the curtains, like hands through the years,
I sing to the silence, I sing through the tears.
Chorus (final, layered)
All that's left is a faded photograph,
Smiles in color but the edges cut us half.
All that's left is the echo of the block,
Empty swings, late rings, the clock that never stops.
All that's left, yeah, all that's left —
Paper thin and pressed, your face on my breath.
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