[Intro Chorus] Brown boots, button-ups, and some dusty jeans Pullin’ wire through walls, workin’ ADT Rooftop clubs and dive bars never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink Brown boots, button-ups, and some dusty jeans Chasin’ down wires where the quiet parts scream All them bright city nights never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink [Verse 1 - slow rap bounce] I came up where the floorboards knew my name Where prayers hit the ceiling and fell back like rain Lost friends too young, saw the dark too clear Had death in the room before I knew fear Had grown-man weight on a kid-sized chest Smile on my face, storm under my vest School felt safer than home some nights Learned when to talk, when to ghost, when to fight I read every room like a warning sign Saw handshakes hide crooked lines All I wanted was a place to breathe One clean road under broke-down leaves Then I laced brown boots, put work on my feet Name on my shirt, dust on my jeans From backroad ghosts to a steady beat I started building what they couldn’t see [Chorus] Brown boots, button-ups, and some dusty jeans Pullin’ wire through walls, workin’ ADT Rooftop clubs and dive bars never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink Brown boots, button-ups, and some dusty jeans Chasin’ down wires where the quiet parts scream All them bright city nights never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink [Verse 2 - sharper slow rap] Built clean systems out of late-night grind Five years deep with a builder’s mind Kept the shell breathing where the cracks ran deep Held the whole thing up while they smiled in their sleep Then truth hit paper with medical lines Room went cold when the facts had spine Took me offline like a switch got thrown Like the machine hates mirrors when the fault gets shown But I keep receipts, stack dates in rows Truth don’t yell when the record shows I don’t swing wild, I don’t beg for stage I turn locked doors into one more page Pen in my hand, code in the key Blood on the mic from what tried burying me Work boots, wounds, and a stubborn grin Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink [Bridge - half-sung, drums low] Maybe I was never made for neon lights Maybe I was built from long cold nights Maybe all that dirt they threw on me Turned into roads only I could see I don’t need their room, I don’t need their name I don’t need a crown from a crooked game I got one good eye and a world to bring With a little bit of code and a whole lot of ink [Final Chorus] Brown boots, button-ups, and dusty jeans Pullin’ wire through walls, workin’ ADT Rooftop clubs and dive bars never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink Brown boots, button-ups, and some dusty jeans Chasin’ down wires where the quiet parts scream All them bright city nights never meant for me Now I build whole worlds out of code and ink Blood on the Mic is now streaming on Amazon Music, Spotify, Pandora, YouTube Music, and other major platforms. Thanks for listening and supporting the world we’re building.
