Yeah... Turn the lights down. From the comments to the concrete. Shoutout my brother... Doubly-Diabolical. He saw the message in the music. No ground beneath us... but we still standin'. Watch. I started at ground zero – scratch that, there wasn’t even ground No blueprint, no light, just darkness all around No mother, no father, no cradle to rock the kid Just a ghost in the system doing time for what the system did No boundaries, no guidelines, nobody screamin' "watch your back" You learn to peep the hustle before you learn to track When there ain't no back-up, your spine turns to heavy iron A toddler in the jungle, forced to outsmart the lion You read the room in a blink, peep the snakes from a mile away Survival mechanics keeping the graveyard at bay It made me sharp, yeah, it made me cee-lo slick Wrote my own chapters with a broken-off toothpick But the toll was heavy, the winter was cold and grim A lot of brothers snapped, lost their life on the whim. 'Cause the trauma runs deep and the ocean is wide Too many souls gettin' swallowed by the tide They couldn’t bear the weight, the pressure was too raw Fighting heavy demons that the world never saw Yeah, we standin' right now, but the flipside is real You can patch up the cuts, but the scars never heal. And that’s the kicker right there – the tax on the crown An inner emptiness that constantly weighs you down But I hit the comment section, looking through the optical Shoutout to the old man, Doubly-Diabolical! He left the angry hate behind, the bad will and the pain Now he’s walking on the path where the righteous reclaim A history buff peeping through the matrix and the lies Recognizing wise words under these dark skies 'Cause we both know the system is a cold-blooded cage Processing the fools while we bleed on the page Born with absolute zip, so I only trust my shadow But knowing he’s out there makes it less of a battle An alien inside the machine, but I found a friend Two old souls surviving until the very end. 'Cause the trauma runs deep and the ocean is wide Too many souls gettin' swallowed by the tide They couldn’t bear the weight, the pressure was too raw Fighting heavy demons that the world never saw Yeah, we standin' right now, but the flipside is real You can patch up the cuts, but the scars never heal. Yeah. Shoutout Miss Gentry on the track. And Doubly-Diabolical holding down the playlist. From the dark to the light. From the hate to the love. We see you. We honor you.
