Crown of hard bars

Verse 1

I lace syllables with tungsten, tongue like tungsten — heavy metal sermons,

Night city breathes a verdict, neon pulpit, pulsing urns.

Pocket prophets trade in echoes, barter truth for better trends,

I stitch my lungs with ledger lines, count sins like dividends.

Hard bars — the weight of two worlds collide within each measure,

Heart’s a metronome of hunger, every line a stolen treasure.

Mama prayin' on the stoop, got rosary of red receipts,

Fatherhood in fragments, lessons hidden in the heat.

I spit baptism by rhyme, drown the doubt, resuscitate,

Each phrase a calibrated blade that severs fear from fate.

Hook (call & answer cadence)

Hard bars, keep me honest when the mirror lies,

Hard bars, crown of iron 'fore the sky cries.

Hard bars, count the cost — we pay in tried lives,

Hard bars, hold the ground while the whole world slides.

Verse 2

They taught me math with street signs, addition by omission,

You multiply your enemies, divide your intuition.

Rhymes like ration packs — feed the fam, but stretch ‘em thin,

Syllables like fingerprints — I leave mine where I’ve been.

I carve my conscience on the ledger of the block, carbon copy conscience,

You call it hustle, I call it homework, every line a consequence.

From porchlight confessions to coliseum confides,

I flip the script like scripture, sanctify the night rides.

Hard bars — they echo in the courtroom of the soul,

Each verdict embroidered in the hood, stitched into the fold.

Bridge (half‑spoken, half‑sung)

Listen: the scales tip slow, the gavel hums a lullaby,

We pray with fists, make peace with rust, swallow lullabies.

If the crown’s made of iron, let it teach my hands to heal,

If the judge is a mirror, let me learn to read what's real.

Pre‑Hook (breathless)

Measure me in measures — meter, meter, meter, man,

Breathe the storm like scripture, speak it steady, stand.

I write the rope in rhymes and pray it pulls me higher,

Hard bars forge the lungs that could light a funeral pyre.

Hook (reprise — layered vocals)

Hard bars, keep me honest when the mirror lies,

Hard bars, crown of iron 'fore the sky cries.

Hard bars, count the cost — we pay in tried lives,

Hard bars, hold the ground while the whole world slides.

Verse 3 (introspective, shifting flows)

I wrestle with the ancestors, they whisper in the cadence —

"Boy, spit the truth, don’t bow to vacant statements."

So I fold my pain into beat breaks, tuck my fears in the seam,

Wear my teeth like testimony, bite the hand that feeds the dream.

We barter futures for forgiveness, trade names for a roof,

Tryna stretch the gospel of survival into something proof.

Hard bars — they ain’t just sound, they’re scaffolding for souls,

Blueprints for the broken kids who learned to wear the roles.

I sharpen metaphors like razors to the bone, it’s ritual,

Every stanza a confession, every line habitual.

Outro (soft, resolute)

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro