00:00Midnight on Cyprus, rain slicked the curb
00:13I was 17 with a switchblade nerve
00:15Saw red in the alley, thought I'd make it right
00:18But justice ain't measured by who throws the first strike
00:20Cops rode slow, lights cut through the steam
00:23I dropped the steel, vanished like a bad dream
00:26Left my brother's jacket, caught on a nail
00:28Still hear his voice, don't let pride derail
00:31I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
00:34Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
00:36From the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
00:39Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
00:41I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
00:44Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
00:47From the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
00:49Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
00:52Third floor walk up, radiator hiss
00:55Mama coughing weak, rent check missed
00:57I counted bus fare like it was gold dust
01:00While dreams gathered mold in a shoebox of trust
01:03Met prey at the diner, old jazz cat with eyes
01:05Said son, your anger's loud but your silence cries
01:08Play me a monk tune on a warped up spin
01:11Taught me pain's a rhythm if you let it in
01:13I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
01:16Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
01:18From the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
01:21Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
01:24I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
01:26Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
01:29From the edge I walk, from the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
01:31Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
01:34Last winter froze the block, solid black
01:36Solid black, no heat, no hope, just the weight on my back
01:40Rope vs. Bach handle, fingers numb and split
01:42Turn regret to cadence, turn shame into wit
01:45Now the same streets whisper when I pass through
01:48Not hood, I'm a loser, they say that's the truth, dude
01:51Same hands that once shook, now hold steady pens
01:53Same heart that once broke, now build bridges again
01:55I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
01:57Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
02:00From the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
02:02Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
02:06I write my truth in chalk, on wet concrete
02:08Every bar a heartbeat, every rhyme a retreat
02:11From the edge I walk, from the lies I sold
02:14Now the mic's my altar and the story's told
02:16The story's told.
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