Phone calls from the pen
(Verse 1) Pops locked up, shadows in the night, Empty bottles on the counter, lost the will to fight, Every letter that I write, tears stain the page, Hustlin' through the struggle, trapped inside this cage. Dreams of better days, but the darkness creeps, Echoes of the past, yeah, they haunt my sleep, Heart heavy with the weight, can’t escape the pain, Life’s a twisted game, but I’m stuck in this lane. (Verse 2) Phone calls from the pen, whispers through the wire, Tellin' me to rise, but I'm stuck in this fire, Every moment's heavy, like the world’s on my back, Tryna find a way out, but I'm lost in the crack. Tales of broken dreams, painted on the walls, Faded memories linger, but I hear the sirens call, Pops taught me hustle, but this life’s a trap, Still I carry on, man, I’m never lookin' back.
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(Verse 1) Pops locked up, shadows in the night, Empty bottles on the counter, lost the will to fight, Every letter that I write, tears stain the page, Hustlin' through the struggle, trapped inside this cage. Dreams of better days, but the darkness creeps, Echoes of the past, yeah, they haunt my sleep, Heart heavy with the weight, can’t escape the pain, Life’s a twisted game, but I’m stuck in this lane. (Verse 2) Phone calls from the pen, whispers through the wire, Tellin' me to rise, but I'm stuck in this fire, Every moment's heavy, like the world’s on my back, Tryna find a way out, but I'm lost in the crack. Tales of broken dreams, painted on the walls, Faded memories linger, but I hear the sirens call, Pops taught me hustle, but this life’s a trap, Still I carry on, man, I’m never lookin' back.