a vinyl brick

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(Intro) (Sipping on something warm, jazz keys drifting, light vinyl crackle) Yeah… Smoky room, cold breeze through the cracked window pane… Told me the world was ours, but they left us the scraps. Listen… (Verse 1) Broken foundations, foundations built on sand, In the heart of the gutter, where the devil holds your hand. Welcome to the pistol zones, where the echoes don’t fade, Every corner got a ghost from a debt that was paid. And these trenches stay steep, it’s a vertical climb, While the whole world’s numb, just decaying on dime. Pharmaceutical plagues and the narcotics bloom, Watching youth turn to ashes inside a velvet-lined room. I’m just a girl from the pavement, surviving the tide, Wearing tragedy like couture, keeping tears tucked inside. And these woods became sanctuary, dark, quiet, and cold, Where we bury our secrets and the stories untold. Saw the homies fall down, forfeit royal domains, Now the ops claim the block while the blood leaves a stain. (Chorus) Gutter philosophy, poetry in the bleak, We seeking sanctuary, but the whispers are weak. Where the broken homes shatter under pressure and rust, And the ones that you loved turn to ashes and dust. Yeah, we caught in the loop, watch it play on repeat, Just a hood girl navigating shadows on the street. (Verse 2) They trade loyalty for light, turn snake for a grand, Got snitches like a new ringtone, ringing all through the land. High-frequency treason, yeah, it buzzes on loud, Just to gain fifteen seconds in front of a crowd. It’s a ubiquitous poison, this avarice culture, Every brother turned prey, every friend turned a vulture. I’m stepping through the debris in these worn-out sneakers, Listening to old jazz bleeding out of rusty speakers. My aura is juxtaposed—soft mind, hard heart, Torn between the devotion and the urge to disarm. 'Cause the narcotics take over, an empire of sleep, Where the body count rises while the mothers all weep. Lost my crown in the chaos, but I’m keeping my stride, A poetic silhouette with nowhere left to hide. (Bridge) (Saxophone solo swells, melancholy keys) In the depth of the valley, where the neon light bleeds… We planted pure seeds, but they harvested weeds. They say beauty’s in the struggle, but the struggle is steep, And the gutter don't care about the promises we keep. (Verse 3) Super-flow delivery, liquid over the bass, Trying to find an elixir for the pain in this place. From the shattered front porches to the sirens that wail, Every story’s a tragedy wrapped in a bail. They wanted me broken, submissive and small, But I’m standing like a monument watching them fall. Yeah, the throne got usurped by the ops on the block, And time keeps ticking on a broken-down clock. Yet I write these scriptures in the smoke and the haze, A hood girl’s symphony through the darkest of days. (Outro) (Bass slow-fades, soft piano rimshots) On repeat… Most die on repeat… Pistol zones, steep trenches, cold concrete… Stay awake… Don’t let ‘em tune your frequency out.

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