Verse 1
Late nights, lamp low, heartbeat like a metronome,
City sleeps but my mind got a syndicate of stone.
Pages torn, thoughts worn, feel the weight in my bones,
Smile for the camera, behind it a cyclone.
Counting losses like commas, every breath a comma splice,
Tryna’ find the sunlight but my sky’s on ice.
Thumb through old messages, nostalgia like a vice,
Scratch the surface of peace — it’s gotta be twice the price.
Pre-Hook
I keep the tempo steady, even when my hands are heavy,
Words are alchemy, turn the lead into a levy.
Push back the tide, no lie — I scribble on the levee,
If hope’s a whisper, I’m learning how to hear confetti.
Hook (Chorus)
We ride the night, fight the fight, keep the light in sight,
Weighted down but we rebound, find the rhythm in the plight.
Heartbeat drum, tongue of thunder when we write,
Depression got a seat at the table — we still dine tonight. (x2)
Verse 2
Mirror shows a stranger, but the stranger learned to speak,
Scars mapped like highways from the valleys to the peaks.
Phone on silent, mama praying through the week,
Bills and whispers, hustle turning strong to weak.
But I lace my lines with armor, syllables like steel,
Told the dark “sit down” — show me what you really feel.
Microphone confessional, every syllable’s a heal,
Tryna’ stitch a broken day into something real.
Bridge
No magic potion, no quick-fix notion, just commotion of emotion,
Move in small motions, devotion in the slow motion.
Breathe in — out — count to ten, then bend the notion,
We rewrite the script in the margins of the ocean.
Hook (Chorus)
We ride the night, fight the fight, keep the light in sight,
Weighted down but we rebound, find the rhythm in the plight.
Heartbeat drum, tongue of thunder when we write,
Depression got a seat at the table — we still dine tonight. (x2)
Outro
So place your feet, find the beat, even on numb streets,
One line at a time, we climb, rearrange defeats.
If the silence screams, make a chorus of your feats,
We move — we mend — repeat: we breathe, we keep.
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