Legacy of the Past

Drop the beat, let’s tell a story,

From the old days to future glory.

Rise up, it’s time to stand tall,

This is the call, yeah, this is the call.

If Tower Records was still alive,

We’d see the posters, feel that vibe.

Gaige the Menace, on the front page,

Breaking the silence, breaking the cage.

Debut album, out now, the sound,

Echoes through streets all around.

Light poles flicker in the night,

Streetlights guiding, feel that fight.

Plastered on the front doors, shout it loud,

Music's a rebellion, feel the crowd.

From the windows to the racks,

Remembering the past, filling the gaps.

Light poles outside whisper tales,

Of stories told in different scales.

Menace in the mirror, face so stern,

This is the fire, let it burn.

So here’s to the legends, gone but not fade,

Their shadows cast in every arcade.

Drop the records, spin the tales,

In our hearts, their stories prevail.