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[Intro] Flute in the window, dust on the record sleeve Ninety-two on the dial, got a reason to believe [Verse 1] Corner store ledger, names written in blue Old man counts the change, says, “What you gonna do?” I had a notebook folded in the pocket of my coat Every line was a ladder, every bar kept me afloat Bus brakes sigh, school bell rings twice Mama makes a dollar stretch, turns a cold room nice My friend Jay fixed bikes underneath the stairwell Dreams had rust on the chain, but the wheels still spun well No shortcuts, just blocks and a bus pass Learning how to make a future from a cracked-up past I saw kings in the laundromat, queens at the register Everybody carried something they refused to surrender [Chorus] We keep moving, feet on the ground Turn a hard day into a heavyweight sound Hands stay steady when the world gets rough One more page, one more push, that’s enough We keep moving, no need to pretend Build it from the bottom, make the struggle bend If the door stays closed, we make our own way through I bring the whole block with me, what about you? [Verse 2] Friday night, basketball under tired lights Teenagers trading jokes, rehearsing future fights Auntie on the stoop had a radio low Flute curled through the alley like it already knew the road Jay brought a flyer: “Open mic, bring three” I wrote about the people who had raised me Not the headlines, not the rumors in the hall The hand that held me up whenever I would fall The tailor with a thimble, the cook with the pan The kid on the train drawing planets in his hand We were more than our rent, more than sirens far away More than what a stranger guessed from looking at our face So I stepped to the mic with my heartbeat exposed And the room leaned in close when the first story rose [Chorus] We keep moving, feet on the ground Turn a hard day into a heavyweight sound Hands stay steady when the world gets rough One more page, one more push, that’s enough We keep moving, no need to pretend Build it from the bottom, make the struggle bend If the door stays closed, we make our own way through I bring the whole block with me, what about you? [Bridge] No silver spoon, just a sturdy hand No perfect map, still we understand Every setback left a mark we could read Every small step planted something like a seed [Verse 3] Now the same old stairwell got a mural on the wall Jay runs a repair shop, teaching kids how to solve Mama keeps the radio beside the kitchen flame Still calls me by my childhood name I came back with a record and a pocket full of lines Told the young ones, “Your rough days don’t define” Take the truth, take the grit, take the lessons from the floor Then knock with both fists till they open up the door The flute takes flight, bass rolls under every phrase We turn yesterday’s pressure into tomorrow’s praise If the city writes a question, we answer in a crew I bring the whole block with me, what about you? [Final Chorus] We keep moving, feet on the ground Turn a hard day into a heavyweight sound Hands stay steady when the world gets rough One more page, one more push, that’s enough We keep moving, no need to pretend Build it from the bottom, make the struggle bend If the door stays closed, we make our own way through I bring the whole block with me, what about you? [Outro] Flute fades slow, but the lesson stays true Built it from the bottom, brought the whole block through
