Baby

Verse 1

He woke up to the sound of the sirens outside,

Same block where the dreams and the danger collide.

Mama in the kitchen with the worry in her eyes,

Sayin’, “Baby, keep your head up, don’t believe all the lies.”

He tightened up his laces, stepped into the cold,

Heart full of fire but a soul feelin’ old.

World on his shoulders like a backpack of stone,

Tryna make a name in a place built to break bones.

Hook

Every streetlight flickers like it’s whisperin’ fate,

And every heartbeat hittin’ like a knock on the gate.

He’s runnin’ from his past but he’s chasin’ tomorrow—

A story made of hustle, redemption, and sorrow.

Verse 2

He met a girl on the corner with paint on her hands,

Dreamed of drawin’ pictures in a world with no demands.

She said, “Life’s bigger than the rules they taught,”

And he felt something shift in the weight of his thoughts.

But trouble had a habit of findin’ him fast,

Shadow of his old crew draggin’ up the past.

They wanted one more run, one more job to complete,

But his heartbeat warned, “You gon’ end up six feet.”

Verse 3

So he stood at the crossroads, dusk in the air,

The sky turnin’ purple like it knew his despair.

He walked away slow from the ghosts of his youth,

Chose a new path paved in art and in truth.

Found that girl again, said, “I’m ready to move,”

She smiled like she knew he had something to prove.

Now his name’s in the papers for the murals he made—

A legend born from the beats of the choices he weighed.