Back Pocket Crown

Testo

[Verse 1] Concrete heavy under worn out soles Ticking of the clock, keeping track of the goals Notebook pages with the edges curled tight Flicker of the bulb in the middle of the night No shortcuts, we just grinding the gears Sweat in the dust, washing out all the fears Step by step, gotta build up the base Quiet in the shadows till we set up the pace Heavy bass thumping through a cracked screen door Left everything we had on the basement floor Ain't about the shine, it is all about the grit Every single line that we carved to make it fit [Chorus] This is for the grind in the cold dark space Running on the track till we find our place No silver spoons, just a steady, hard beat Spitting out the truth from the dust of the street Keep the fire burning till the dawn breaks clean Every single dream that was left unseen Yeah, we hold it down, never letting it slip Built from the ground, on a steady grip [Verse 2] Static in the wire, heavy air in the room Rising like a spark right ahead of the boom No fancy setups, just a microphone stand Carving out a path with a calloused hand They talk about the luck, but we count the days Paving every road through the foggy haze Keep the rhythm sharp, let the truth take hold Every word we write is a story told Now the drum kicks in and the levels rise high Looking at the ceiling, reaching up to the sky Ain't no looking back when the ink is dried Just another step with the fire inside [Chorus] This is for the grind in the cold dark space Running on the track till we find our place No silver spoons, just a steady, hard beat Spitting out the truth from the dust of the street Keep the fire burning till the dawn breaks clean Every single dream that was left unseen Yeah, we hold it down, never letting it slip Built from the ground, on a steady grip [Outro] Steady grip, yeah. No shortcuts. Just the rhythm and the grind. Fading out. [Instrumental: slow heavy beat fadeout]