[Intro] Boots hit gravel, shutters shake We made a vow that we won't break Colors stitched beneath the rain One call and every gate gives way [Verse 1] Corner store, a busted sign Four old bikes in a crooked line Mara keeps watch by the laundromat Dre counts seconds, never looks back We learned the rules from empty plates Names get carved on rusted gates If you reach for what we defend You meet the whole block at the dead-end [Pre-Chorus] No throne, no crown, no borrowed name Just blood and trust inside the frame [Chorus] We move as one when the sirens rise Steel in our hands, fire in our eyes You can draw your line, you can lock your door But we know this ground like never before We move as one, let the whole world know Built from the dust where the cold winds blow [Drop] Hold the line Break the lock Turn the fear into a shock No retreat No disguise Hear the block come alive [Verse 2] Back room deals and a borrowed van Old man Rico says, “Stick to the plan” Jules got scars from a winter fight Still laughs when the power cuts out at night We ain't saints and we ain't clean Every promise costs something mean But when the rent comes due again A dozen hands show up before ten [Pre-Chorus] No throne, no crown, no borrowed name Just blood and trust inside the frame [Chorus] We move as one when the sirens rise Steel in our hands, fire in our eyes You can draw your line, you can lock your door But we know this ground like never before We move as one, let the whole world know Built from the dust where the cold winds blow [Breakdown] Step in Stand tall One voice Through all Step in Stand tall Nobody owns us Nobody owns us [Bridge] When the youngest asks what the colors mean I say, “They mark every place we've been” Not a legend, not a movie scene Just people surviving the in-between [Final Chorus] We move as one when the sirens rise Steel in our hands, fire in our eyes You can draw your line, you can lock your door But we know this ground like never before We move as one, let the whole world know Built from the dust where the cold winds blow [Outro] Boots fade out, dawn turns gray We hold our ground another day
