Lyrics
[Intro] Dust on the record, truth in the needle Step through the doorway, count every people [Verse 1] I write with a sharpened pencil, pressure in the graphite Turn a cramped-room vision to a city-sized flashlight Every bar got a backbone, every pause got purpose I learned more from the closed doors than the signs that said service Corner-store conversations, change clinking in a pocket Dreams folded up small, still too big to lock it I kept the plan in a notebook beneath the bus pass Now the whole crew moves steady when the drums crack No shortcuts in the craft, just a long route mapped Put the doubt in a verse, put the fear in a trap Not the kind with a snare, I mean a thought that confines So I cut through the cage with a couple tight lines [Hook] Keep your head up, let the whole block know We came from the quiet, now the whole world hears the flow Hands up, stand firm, let the good work show One step, two steps, keep the strong groove moving slow [Verse 2] I got syntax in the swing, mathematics in the measure Make a little bit of pressure turn a moment into treasure Every syllable is welded, every metaphor fitted If the crown feels heavy, that means somebody lifted I remember cold mornings and a train running late Still arrived with a verse that could rearrange fate Now the bassline rolls deep like a promise kept And the snare cuts clean where the old doubt slept We don't chase empty glitter, we build weight in the phrase Put a spark in the dark and a name on the days For the ones on the corner with a plan in their chest Keep the rhythm in your stride, let the work do the rest [Hook] Keep your head up, let the whole block know We came from the quiet, now the whole world hears the flow Hands up, stand firm, let the good work show One step, two steps, keep the strong groove moving slow [Bridge] If the road bends, bend with it, never break If the night runs long, rise for your own sake Every setback leaves a mark, every mark becomes a map Put your name beside the future, then walk into that [Verse 3] Now the rhythm got a pulse and the room got a reason Turn a hard week into fuel, turn a cold month into season I speak plain but the layers keep folding beneath it Like a letter from tomorrow saying, you can achieve it From the first rough draft to the last clean take I made peace with the time that the real things take So the hook rings wide and the verse stays precise And the crew keeps their word when they roll the dice No borrowed shine, just a polished-up truth Still carry every lesson from the days of the youth If they ask where we’re headed, tell them straight with the flow: Toward a bigger horizon, with our heads held high though [Hook] Keep your head up, let the whole block know We came from the quiet, now the whole world hears the flow Hands up, stand firm, let the good work show One step, two steps, keep the strong groove moving slow [Outro] Let the record spin down, let the last word land Built from a small spark, now it’s bright in the hand Keep your head up, keep your feet on the road Strong groove, clear mind, carry all of the load
