[Intro] (Low filtered 808 pulse, distant siren wail, vinyl crackle) Yeah… Imperial Ave lights never sleep Smoke in the air, legends don’t die, they just creep Urban legend… (legend…) [Chorus] Urban legend on the block, crack smoke paint the night Reservation turned concrete, same fight different light Sell the rock, lock the box, housing turn to cage Detox dreams and mental screams, writing history on the page Urban legend, yeah we live it, never just a tale Abuse in the bloodline, still we never fail Imperial market open late, legends never pale Urban legend… (legend… legend…) [Verse 1] Sunrise on the rez but the rez got city veins Grandma’s frybread memory mixed with basepipe stains Daddy locked in county, mama chasing white ghost trains Little cousin twelve years old already know the game Touch the heat of the lighter, glass pipe kiss the lip Scent of burning plastic cut with that sweet chemical drip Public corner stage—everybody watching the show Risk in every handshake, undercover eyes that glow Housing projects feel like tribal land fenced in steel Mental health revolving door, they hand you pills to heal But the pain got roots deeper than the concrete cracks Sell a gram to eat tonight, pray the blue don’t snatch your back Locked up letters home smell like county soap and fear Detox sweats at 3 a.m., demons whispering in your ear Urban legend walking, talking, breathing on the Ave Same story different zip code—history don’t ever laugh [Chorus] [Verse 2] Night fall heavy like a judge’s gavel drop Trap phone buzzing, “who need that hard white rock?” Semi-public parking lot, headlights cut the dark Heart beat faster than the trap hats, risk leave a mark Feel the grit under sneakers, broken glass and spent shells Scent of piss and cheap cologne mixed with heaven/hell Homie just got out the pen, eyes still county-hard Talking housing list two years long, mental ward on card Abuse cycle spinning like the tires on the black-and-white Crack then detox then relapse—same movie every night We the urban legend they report on channel news Thirty bodies charged, still the market never lose West Coast bounce in my step, gangsta truth in my chest Trap melody under breath while the 808s confess Reservation spirit in these city-worn shoes Same fight for a roof, same fight against the blues [Bridge] (Melody lifts, choir-like ad-libs, 808s drop half) They call it legend ‘cause the truth too raw to face Crack smoke halo ‘round a whole forgotten race Housing, prison, detox bed—three addresses, one fate We write the myth in real time, never too late… (Never too late… legend…) [Chorus] [Chorus] [Outro] (808s and synth whine slow-filter out, distant laughter + siren) Yeah… urban legend live forever on the Ave West Coast forever… (Legend…)
