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Grind Your Hatey One Nine [Intro — spoken, over upright bass and whistling] Saddle up, Eight-One-Nine… Leave that heavy hate behind. [Verse 1] Sunset burning on a Beauce backroad, Old six-string and a heart full of gold, Boot heels talking while the brass walks by, Moon tips its hat to the Québec sky. Some folks carry every word like lead, Feed that fire till it paints ’em red, But I found rhythm where the hard times hide— Put the hurt on a beat, let it learn how to ride. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t let anger take the reins, Turn that thunder into swing, Every scar can find a key, Every chain can learn to sing. [Chorus] Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine, Shake that shadow off your mind, Two-step left, then cross that line— Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine. Let that saxophone testify, Let that Telecaster cry, We don’t break—we redefine, Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine. [Verse 2] There’s a cardsharp grin at the old café, Playing blue-note poker till the break of day, Bartender taps out a four-four time, While the whole room shouts, “Eight-One-Nine!” No quick draw, no score to settle, Just a walking bass and some shining metal, If trouble comes looking with a crooked design, We’ll dance it out clean in the Eight-One-Nine. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t let anger choose your road, Drop that weight and share the load, Respect first, honest every time— Loyal hearts in the Eight-One-Nine. [Chorus] Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine, Shake that shadow off your mind, Two-step left, then cross that line— Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine. Let that saxophone testify, Let that Telecaster cry, We don’t break—we redefine, Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine. [Bridge — half-time jazz breakdown] Hate can’t dance when the snare sits right, Hate can’t breathe in the morning light, Turn it to dust underneath your boots, Then grow something better from the roots. [Call and Response] Who owns the night? — Eight-One-Nine! Who keeps it tight? — Eight-One-Nine! Safety first? — Every time! Respect the code? — Eight-One-Nine! [Saxophone / Western Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine, Shake that shadow off your mind, Swing that trouble into time— Grind your hate, Eight-One-Nine. Let the whole wide valley testify, Hands held high beneath the sky, No more poison in the vine— Love grows wild in the Eight-One-Nine. [Outro] Saddle down, the dawn looks fine… Unga makesa—Eight-One-Nine. Stackin' paper, never foldin', watch me elevate, Haters lurkin', I ain't worried, I just levitate, Countin' blessings, every lesson, yeah, I'm hella great, Movin' swift, like a thief, in the night I navigate. Drippin' sauce, got 'em talkin', yeah, they speculate, Flexin' hard, in the game, I'm the one they emulate, Catch me ridin' through the city, lookin' like a king, Never lackin', always packin', hear the freedom ring. Vibes electric, can't neglect it, feel the energy, On a mission, no division, just the synergy, Keep it pushin', never stoppin', that's the recipe, In the zone, I'm in my throne, yeah, I'm meant to be. Turn the hate into fuel, watch me elevate, Grindin' hard, every scar, yeah, I celebrate, In the light, I shine bright, never hesitate, With the squad, we goin' far, that's my fate. I rise from the ashes, the fire ignites, With dreams in my pocket, I’m ready to fight. Tales from the struggle, I pen with precision, A vision of freedom, I’m breakin’ the prison. Enemies lurkin’, but I’m watchin’ my back, In the city of angels, I’m ready to act. Haters be schemin’, but I’m stackin’ my paper, Elevate the grind, I’m the ultimate player. Lost in the shadows, but I shine like a star, Every step I take, yeah, I’m raisin’ the bar. Warrior spirit, you can’t dim my light, With the heart of a lion, I’m ready for the fight. From the block to the booth, I’m spittin’ my truth, In the land of the brave, I’m reclaimin’ my youth. Legacy written, my story unfolds, Grind your hatey one nine, watch the future be bold.