Lyrics

*(Verse 1)*
Night swallowed the block, I was parked at the split,
Crossroads loomed cold, fog thick as a crypt,
Heard a voice in the static, “You’re a ghost in this maze,”
Clock hands spun wild, days blurred into haze.
Had a pen in my fist, scratched my name in the dusk,
Crown felt heavy, but my throne turned to rust,
Streetlights flickered, castin’ sins on the pave,
Chased peace through the alleys, found a devil’s enclave.
Cup tipped over, spilled my regrets on the floor,
Chain swung low, like a key to a door,
Dark crept closer, picked my light like a thief,
Wrote my fight in the margins, tryna salvage belief.
*(Chorus)*
Crossroads carved me, etched my fate in the stone,
Spirit stumbled, found its roots overgrown,
Path was jagged, tore my soul at the seam,
Turned the weight of the fall into fuel for a dream.
Crossroads whispered, shadows danced in the din,
Faith was buried, ‘til it clawed from within,
Struggle stitched me, every thread told a tale,
From a drift in the void, I built wind for my sail.
*(Verse 2)*
Next dawn broke raw, I was trekkin’ through ash,
Jacket caught thorns, past a whip and a lash,
Rolled the dice on a bridge, river roared down below,
Fell through cracks of the light, landed deep in the low.
Pain trailed tight, like a hound on my scent,
Murmured, “Quit now, you’re a shell that’s been spent,”
But I paused at a ruin, saw my face in the glass,
Flipped the shards to a mirror, built a map from the past.
Steps echoed loud, through a war-torn ravine,
Heart beat code, tapped a pulse in the scene,
Crossroads split wide, one lane cloaked in despair,
Chose the gauntlet of night, found a spark in the glare.
*(Chorus)*
Crossroads carved me, etched my fate in the stone,
Spirit stumbled, found its roots overgrown,
Path was jagged, tore my soul at the seam,
Turned the weight of the fall into fuel for a dream.
Crossroads whispered, shadows danced in the din,
Faith was buried, ‘til it clawed from within,
Struggle stitched me, every thread told a tale,
From a drift in the void, I built wind for my sail.
*(Outro)*
Last mile stretched long, crossroads faded behind,
Legs shook heavy, but my will stayed aligned,
Found a ridge in the storm, where the silence took hold,
Turned the scars of the trek into bars cast in gold.