[Intro, Tape hiss, Upright bass loop] City’s cold tonight Steam off manholes like breath from the underground I walk with no purpose — or maybe that is the purpose Midnight in Manhattan, where neon bleeds into puddles And dreams rot in stairwells [Verse 1, Dry drums, Beat poetry cadence] I was looking for something — ain’t know what Chasing sounds in my head that didn’t belong to me My voice? That shit was static, Blank cassette with nothing but hiss Walked into this record shop — Basement joint on Delancey, Smelled like dust and vinyl ghosts Old head behind the counter nods at me Doesn’t ask, just hands me an album No name, just wax Black label, no words Just… soul [Break, Jazz fragment sample, Found sound: subway brakes] [Verse 2, Upright bass solo, Spoken flow] Took that slab home like it was holy Dropped the needle, and — fuck It cracked open my ribs Like he knew me That wax melted into me Saxophone like a scream in reverse Drums staggered like drunks on 3AM sidewalks And the voice… Man, the voice whispered truths I ain't know I was hiding from [Chorus, Sampled gospel hum, Lo-fi tape loop] Soul wax — pressed in the dark Voices made of static sparks Found myself in broken bars No more running from the scars [Verse 3, Detuned piano loop, Spoken-word pace] I started building from fragments Looped the pain, chopped the silence Bass lines like spine lines My sound started breathing Not clean — nah Dirty like alley jazz But it was mine That record shop? Closed a year later But that man? He knew He fucking knew [Bridge, Tape rewind sound, Beat fades out] Played my first set last night No stage, just cracked tiles and cables People nodded Some even moved But one kid cried Said he heard his brother’s voice And I thought — yeah That’s soul wax, baby [Chorus, Repeated with tape hiss, Gospel layers] Soul wax — pressed in the dark Voices made of static sparks Found myself in broken bars No more running from the scars [Outro, Lo-fi fade, Crackle and pop] Needle up Room silent But inside Still spinning
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