Concrete Echoes, Midnight Flow

Lyrics

Midnight static on the concrete floor; I watch the shadows dancing near the liquor store. They sell you dreams, but the price is too high—another heavy cloud blocking the city sky. I kept my notebook closer than my own friends, because ink is the one thing that never pretends. They want the flashy lights, they want cheap applause; I’m in the corner screaming for a better cause. Vance is the name, but the lyrics are the weapon; every single line is a lesson you walk upon. I grew up where silence was a deafening scream—a concrete matrix, trapped inside a bad dream. But I found a back door through the microphone, rebuilding every piece of this broken home. They see the ghost at the back of the room; I see the rose trying to bloom—through the cracks, through the pain, through the driving rain. Lyrics Vance—yeah, we’re changing lanes; no gold chains, just the weight of the truth. Speaking for the lost and forgotten youth—yeah, we’re changing lanes, just the weight of the truth. Pen bleeding onto the page until the night fades away; walking through a valley of razor-sharp blades. They told me to watch my back, told me to fit the mold, but I refuse to let my soul be bought and sold. I see the industry turning into a circus; everyone’s showing off but lacking purpose. I put my heart in the rhythm, my mind in the track; I took a step forward and I’m never looking back. From the basement to the pavement, the story is real; I don’t need a viral video to show how I feel. Just a boom-bap beat and a story to tell, ringing out the truth like a midnight bell. Yeah, the mic is open and the static has cleared; Lyrics Vance—we’re moving toward the dawn. Just the weight of the... Truth, no gold chains, forgotten youth, yes, Vance.