Hallway Crew - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) I been walking through these hallways where the walls got eyes, Every door got a memory, every frame got lies. One room held pain, one room held pride, One room had me praying while the old me died. I don’t need a crowd, I got ghosts in formation, Faith on my left and my rage on probation. Big John got the light like a holy foundation, Little Johnnie got the dark like a bad reputation. JohnnieB in the middle with the keys on his belt, Unlocking every room where I buried how I felt. I don’t run from the past, I let that shit melt, Then pour it in the mold till a new me’s dealt. Hallway Crew, yeah, we move like pressure, Every step loud like a truth-filled lecture. I got scars in attendance, dreams on the stretcher, And a pen in my hand like a damn soul inspector. They thought I was lost, I was changing direction, Took every rejection and made it protection. Took every closed door as a hidden correction, Now every wrong turn got a deeper connection. I’m not standing around just waiting for applause, I’m walking past judgment with mud on my flaws. The world threw shade, I made shade into walls, Then kicked those down with a notebook and balls. Every hallway echoes when the real ones pass, Fake ones look down, real ones look back. I ain’t with the gossip, I’m too busy on track, Trying to turn a cracked life into something that lasts. Hook We the Hallway Crew, walking through the in-between, Past closed doors, old wars, and broken dreams. You can hear us coming when the floorboards scream, JohnnieB with the whole damn team. We the Hallway Crew, moving like we got proof, Faith in the front, pain under the shoes. They can lock every door, but we still break through, Whole life changed when the hallway moved. Verse 2 Now let me take you through a corridor built from decisions, Left side regrets, right side visions. Ceiling full of doubt, floor full of friction, Still I walk clean through the contradiction. I got rooms I don’t open unless God walks with me, Rooms where my old self still talks slickly. Rooms where the anger tries to box with me, Rooms where the mirror don’t rock with me. But I learned every hallway got a lesson in it, Every pause got a message if you’re blessed to get it. Every scar got a sentence, every sentence vivid, Every closed door made me more committed. I ain’t the same kid that panicked in silence, I grew from the noise, from the pressure, from the violence. Not physical shit, but the war in my eyelids, Sleepless-ass nights where the mind gets tyrant. That’s why I walk with a dangerous calm, A curse on my breath and a prayer in my palm. I got Big John singing like a Sunday psalm, Little Johnnie laughing when the lights go gone. This hallway ain’t school, it’s the path between versions, Boy to a man with a fucked-up conversion. Pain to a purpose, doubt to a sermon, Still learning peace while the fire keeps burning. I got no time for the ones who just linger, Pointing down halls with a judgmental finger. They never built shit, they just talk like singers, While I made a whole brand from the ash and the cinders. Call me name-brand now, got my stamp on the door, Not rich, still hungry, still wanting more. Still got muddy-ass shoes on a polished floor, Still got God in my heart when I’m ready for war. The crew ain’t just people, it’s every side of me, The light, the shadow, the pain, the apology. The kid, the man, the pride, the honesty, The whole damn paradox walking properly. So when I step through, let the hallway shake, Let every fake smile crack and break. Let every old version watch me escape, I don’t need permission to become what I make. Hook We the Hallway Crew, walking through the in-between, Past closed doors, old wars, and broken dreams. You can hear us coming when the floorboards scream, JohnnieB with the whole damn team. We the Hallway Crew, moving like we got proof, Faith in the front, pain under the shoes. They can lock every door, but we still break through, Whole life changed when the hallway moved. Verse 3 Every door I passed had a reason to test me, Some tried to bless me, some tried to wreck me. Some had fake love dressed up friendly, Some had real truth standing there empty. I don’t knock now, I kick with precision, Not out of rage, out of grown intuition. I know when a room ain’t worth my admission, I know when a path needs a brand-new mission. That’s growth, bitch, not running away, That’s knowing when peace is worth more than a say. That’s keeping your soul when they want you to stay, That’s walking through hell without learning its ways. I got my hallway crew when the lights go dim, My faith, my scars, my fight, my pen. Every voice in my head got a role within, But JohnnieB decides who gets to win. Little Johnnie can bark, Big John can preach, One got the claws, one got the peace. I hold both leashes when the pressure gets deep, Then make the whole damn hallway move to the beat. This is for the ones in the middle of becoming, Heart