Diesel Motion - Always Wear Your Invisible Crown

Born in the blocks where the thunder cracks, Lifted by winds where the hunger snaps, Heart turned steel ‘cause the summer lacked Warmth — but the cold made the younger strapped. Hustle in the stairs where the paint peeled back, Dreams in the lift with the lights pitch black, Man learned quick how to flip impact, Turn pain to a flame that’ll lift man’s path. Still walk tall with the crown they can’t see, Invisible shine, but it blings in me; Council keys on my jeans still swing — that’s free, Remind me where the whole thing birthed my chi. Head up — high like the rooftop breeze, Never bow down, never drop my steez; Even when the feds roll through, eye’s freeze, I’m a king from the mud — that’s estate degrees. Always wear your invisible crown, Head up high when the world looks down. Block boy roots, still I run this town, Made from the grit — I will never back down. Always wear your invisible crown, Storm through life when the sky turns brown. Council bred, but I rise profound — King of the flats, man will never lose ground. Came from the land where the echoes moan, Sirens sing like a metronome; Whole estate like a stepping-stone, Turned heartbreak into megaphone. Mandem raised with a sharper tone, Gyaldem glide with a golden glow; Every wound that the past bestowed Gave man roots where the storms can’t blow. Estate-born spine with a lightning bend, Still stand tall when the night descends; Never lose self for the hype or trends — Crown on my mind, that’s my life defence. Grew through stress in the concrete womb, Found new breath in the block’s perfume; Now man flex in the darkest room — Glow so hard that the shadows bloom. Always wear your invisible crown, Head up high when the world looks down. Block boy roots, still I run this town, Made from the grit — I will never back down. Always wear your invisible crown, Storm through life when the sky turns brown. Council bred, but I rise profound — King of the flats, man will never lose ground. Walk with pride through the tower block rain, Carry that crown through the trauma and pain. Even when life tries to twist your frame — Stand tall, stay real, let the truth remain. Your crown ain’t seen, but it shouts your name — Built from the struggle that forged your flame. From the flats to the world, never feel no shame — You’re a king by birth, not a king by fame.