Metro Miracle [SSC8, Japan]

Late night… downtown line… Next stop… destiny. Platform cold, 2 AM, no sleep Dreams in my backpack, hunger too deep MetroCard low but my drive on peak Concrete jungle but I don’t retreat Rejected demos in my broken phone City so loud but I stand alone Skyline glitter don’t pay my rent But pressure make diamonds, 100 percent Headphones blasting that steel-track grind Every setback just rewired my mind If the doors close, I redraw the line I’ma build my miracle one rail at a time Brooklyn pulse with a Queens-born spark Writing sixteen bars in the after-dark Late shift tips in a paper cup But my flow so heavy, can’t shut me up They said “Slow down, be realistic” I said “Watch me turn pain ballistic” Turnstile stuck but I jumped that fear No silver spoon but I’m still right here Saw you standing with that notebook tight Two flames met, now we burn too bright This ain’t luck, this a grand design Two lost souls on the same train line You got a dream? I got a vision. You got the spark? Fuel and ignition. No more waiting on permission, We the headline, not the intermission. Miracle in the metro, we rise up! City lights say we ain’t enough But we make our own miracle in these streets From the underground to the heartbeat Miracle in the metro, hands up! No more fear gonna chain us up We make our own miracle in this city lights Two queens on a late-night ride Fast lane mind in a slow train car Future so bright like a subway spark Back against the borough lines Now we moving like headline signs No cosign, no industry plug Just grit and ambition and a little tough love Turn doubts into platinum years Built from hustle, sweat and tears Tick-tick heartbeat sync with the rails Click-clack rhythm never let it derail We don’t break, we bend, prevail Turn pain into a power trail If the doors close, kick ’em wide Miracle made on the downtown ride No sleep, no fear, no ceiling above Blueprint written in hustle and love From the basement booth to skyline views From a dollar and dream to sold-out crews Underground queens with a crown of sound Built our throne where the lost get found We don’t wait for a perfect sign We ignite like a power line Miracle in the metro, we rise up! Concrete dreams never silence us We make our own miracle in these streets From the shadows to the front-row seats Miracle in the metro, stand up! Every scar just designed us We make our own miracle in this city lights Started underground — now we the heights Still riding… Still rising… Metro Miracle.