Ash to Glass

Ash in my lungs, heart made of stone,

They want to know how to live, but I’m stuck in this zone:

Survive, ignore till the echoes all burn,

I speak in concrete – no happy return.

(Haa – Brrrm – Step! – Crack!)

PART 1:

Streets were never bright – gray and cold as ice,

Brothers behind bars, frozen tears, no price.

I’ve devoured nights where others embraced a dream,

My truth packed in bags, my faith in the seams.

The blocks are poison, but I stand tall and firm,

Between debts and guns, I had to learn.

Every line is a stab, each beat my own trial,

Who speaks of the light when the streets are in denial?

PART 2:

Mother cried tears, but I wore the mute,

Between crack smoke and flight, there was no truth.

My heart is concrete, but beats like a drum,

Once you’ve felt the freeze, forever you’re numb.

I tap lines like scars on forgotten skin,

My voice is a headstone, my breath like the wind.

I don’t live for the likes, but for chaos to rise,

My tracks are confessions – your last demise.

HOOK (2x):

Ash in my lungs, heart made of stone,

They want to know how to live, but I’m stuck in this zone:

Survive, ignore till the echoes all burn,

I speak in concrete – no happy return.

(Brrrm – Ha! – Step! – Crack!)

PART 3:

I need no label, no fame, no applause,

Just my reflection that says: "You’ll break these walls."

But I stay in the shadows where the light never gleams,

Where hope’s like weeds, fading too fast from dreams.

I write no hits – just nightmares pour out,

Every line a reminder of silent clout.

Four walls, no bed, just my block as a beat,

And the gun on the table whispers that it's sweet.

OUTRO (echoed, fading):

Don't give me comfort, don’t offer a prayer –

I am the echo of the street, forever laid bare.