I walk the shorelines of the day before the night begins Footprints in the sand where the tide hides the sins Dust on the needle as the world starts to spin Crates full of stories that I dig deeper in Sunrise in my chest while I script these lines Faded notebooks filled with crooked crooked designs I rhyme in the margins where the lost souls climb Trynna measure out the wisdom but it slips through time Old tapes hiss truth if you pause and rewind Hear the prophets in the static if you train the mind From the West where the breeze makes the concrete pine I let the spirit in the loop act as my co-sign Dust storms spin inside the crates I roam Found jazz in the gutter, made it feel like home Every break that I catch got a ghost in the tone Every word that I place feels carved in stone These sunset cipher paths, yeah they carry me slow Where the cracked-sky wisdom in the night winds blow Lift the veil from the beat, let the old truth show If you walk with the rhythm then the soul might grow I’m a lantern in the alley where the echoes roam Where the elders left clues in the metronome Syllables spill out like they’re tryna find home I stitch ‘em in the pattern of a monochrome poem Vinyl fingerprints smudge the shape of the sound Where the lost and the lucid share common ground A crooked drum break keeps circlin’ around Like the cycles of the moon watchin’ over the town I speak for the corners where the young seeds rise From the soil of the struggle where the real lives lie Let the wind from the West keep cleansing the sky And the beat from the crates keep testifyin’ why These sunset cipher paths, yeah they carry me slow Where the cracked-sky wisdom in the night winds blow Lift the veil from the beat, let the old truth show If you walk with the rhythm then the soul might grow Hold the stories in the dust, let the daylight rest Every bar is a footprint on the wild wild West Let the loop keep breathin’ in the space between steps Til the music turns the silence into something we kept
