Back Alley Gospel by Wackside

[Intro – gritty talk]
Haha Ayo 
Let’s kick it Wicked
Ahhh

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[Verse 1]
Step out the smoke with the grin half-crooked,
Face paint cracked like the life I booked it,
No cheap laughs, no circus tricks,
Just hard truths wrapped in a busted fist.

I grew up where the gutter spit names,
Where pride get tested and nobody change,
I ain’t polished, I’m pressure and scars,
Still swing heavy like a trunk full of bars.

See I learned quick — keep heart in a cage,
Smile wide while you load that rage,
Every alley got a code and a cost,
Talk too loud, you get permanently lost.

I don’t dance for the crowd, I stomp through the block,
Make the brave turn stiff when I stop and I lock,
Teeth show white but the eyes stay cold,
I don’t sell jokes — I collect what you owe.

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[Hook – chant style]
Wackside! — Say it once, say it twice.
If I look your way better think real nice.
Wackside! — Don’t get brave.
Some smiles dig their own damn grave.

Wackside! — Step aside.
Truth walk heavy when it don’t gotta hide.

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[Verse 2]
Used to hustle laughs in a packed-up room,
Now I hustle silence that fill like doom,
Same paint, different weight on the chest,
I learned respect ain’t given — it’s pressed.

Met a loudmouth talkin’ slick on sight,
Said I looked like trouble — I said “You right.”
He laughed once, then he checked that tone,
Funny how courage fade alone.

I don’t bark, I just move real slow,
Let the tension build till it overflow,
Boot heel grind on the cracked-up stone,
Whole street freeze when I stand alone.

You think it’s costume? Nah, it’s skin,
Some of us wear what we’ve always been,
Every scar got a story attached,
Every grin hide a fuse half-matched.

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[Hook – heavier]
Wackside! — Don’t test luck.
I don’t bluff, I don’t get stuck.
Wackside! — Word is bond.
Step too close and you’re gone.

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[Verse 3]
Back alley raised with a backhand code,
Keep your chin up, carry your load,
No soft talk, no fragile pride,
Just iron lungs and a stubborn stride.

I seen fake tough crumble quick,
Seen loud kings lose they grip,
Me? I stay where the bricks stay cold,
Paint still tight, spine still bold.

You want a clown? Cool, that’s fine.
Just don’t mistake that smile for kind.
I don’t chase shine, I don’t beg fame,
I walk in heavy and leave my name.

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[Intro – gritty talk] Haha Ayo Let’s kick it Wicked Ahhh ⸻ [Verse 1] Step out the smoke with the grin half-crooked, Face paint cracked like the life I booked it, No cheap laughs, no circus tricks, Just hard truths wrapped in a busted fist. I grew up where the gutter spit names, Where pride get tested and nobody change, I ain’t polished, I’m pressure and scars, Still swing heavy like a trunk full of bars. See I learned quick — keep heart in a cage, Smile wide while you load that rage, Every alley got a code and a cost, Talk too loud, you get permanently lost. I don’t dance for the crowd, I stomp through the block, Make the brave turn stiff when I stop and I lock, Teeth show white but the eyes stay cold, I don’t sell jokes — I collect what you owe. ⸻ [Hook – chant style] Wackside! — Say it once, say it twice. If I look your way better think real nice. Wackside! — Don’t get brave. Some smiles dig their own damn grave. Wackside! — Step aside. Truth walk heavy when it don’t gotta hide. ⸻ [Verse 2] Used to hustle laughs in a packed-up room, Now I hustle silence that fill like doom, Same paint, different weight on the chest, I learned respect ain’t given — it’s pressed. Met a loudmouth talkin’ slick on sight, Said I looked like trouble — I said “You right.” He laughed once, then he checked that tone, Funny how courage fade alone. I don’t bark, I just move real slow, Let the tension build till it overflow, Boot heel grind on the cracked-up stone, Whole street freeze when I stand alone. You think it’s costume? Nah, it’s skin, Some of us wear what we’ve always been, Every scar got a story attached, Every grin hide a fuse half-matched. ⸻ [Hook – heavier] Wackside! — Don’t test luck. I don’t bluff, I don’t get stuck. Wackside! — Word is bond. Step too close and you’re gone. ⸻ [Verse 3] Back alley raised with a backhand code, Keep your chin up, carry your load, No soft talk, no fragile pride, Just iron lungs and a stubborn stride. I seen fake tough crumble quick, Seen loud kings lose they grip, Me? I stay where the bricks stay cold, Paint still tight, spine still bold. You want a clown? Cool, that’s fine. Just don’t mistake that smile for kind. I don’t chase shine, I don’t beg fame, I walk in heavy and leave my name.

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