White Lines in the Asphalt

Title: “White Lines in the Asphalt” (140 BPM) (Intro) Yeah… Sirens in the distance… Another one… gone… (Verse 1) Seen a body on the corner where the chalk line stay, Mama cryin’ on the phone, said he lost his way, Used to hoop after school, had a shot, had a dream, Now his name on a shirt, candlelight, RIP Little bag, big lie, said it help with the pain, But the devil in the powder put a lock on his brain, Same block, same story, just a different face, Another kid folded up, overdosed in a place They don’t show you that side when they glamorize highs, They don’t show you the morgue or the tears in they eyes, Just a number on the news, but a soul to the fam, Another life disappear from a pill in his hand (Hook) White lines in the asphalt, names in the sky, We keep losin’ our people, and nobody ask why, One hit, one breath, now you fade in the night, Fentanyl got a grip, now we fightin’ for life White lines in the asphalt, candles all lit, Every tear that we cry, man, we never forget, Too young, too fast, man, it’s cuttin’ too deep, Now the whole city prayin’ while another mom weep (Verse 2) I remember lil’ bro used to laugh all day, Now I’m lookin’ at his picture while I bow my face, Said he’d quit next week, said he had it controlled, But the dose too strong, now his story been told They mix it in the pills, in the coke, in the lean, Ain’t no tellin’ what you takin’, what it really might be, One mistake, one time, that’s all that it take, Now your family at a grave, tryna process the weight Politicians talk loud but the streets still bleed, We need truth, we need help, we need more than a speech, I’ma say it in the booth so they hear it in pain, Every bar like a tear fallin’ down in the rain (Hook) White lines in the asphalt, names in the sky, We keep losin’ our people, and nobody ask why, One hit, one breath, now you fade in the night, Fentanyl got a grip, now we fightin’ for life White lines in the asphalt, candles all lit, Every tear that we cry, man, we never forget, Too young, too fast, man, it’s cuttin’ too deep, Now the whole city prayin’ while another mom weep (Outro) If you hear this… you still got time… Tell somebody you love ‘em… Get help… We losin’ too many… If you want, I can tailor it to your exact flow (triplet-heavy, Detroit style, drill bounce, etc.) or match it to a specific artist vibe.