Something Real (BMX Rock) v2

INTRO Yeah— Backyard dirt, busted knees, Two-by-fours and gasoline dreams— We didn’t know what we were building… We just knew it felt real. VERSE 1 I was a kid with a wheel in the air, Rust on the chain, wind in my hair, Watching videos till the tape wore thin, Then running outside like, “I can do that spin.” Saving up quarters, cutting the grass, Counting every dollar in a coffee can stash, Dreaming of a ramp in the middle of the yard— Mom looked at me like, “Boy, don’t make this hard.” She met me halfway with that worried stare, Said, “I love you, baby—just be safe up there.” I said, “Yes, Mom, I’ll be right there,” But hours later I was still in the air. PRE-CHORUS And the whole block heard when the hammer came down, Skate wheels screaming on the cracked-up ground, Rockers, riders, trouble in a line— We were chasing a feeling we couldn’t define. CHORUS Something real! Mouths wide open when the tires leave steel, Something real! Backyard legends with a dream on wheels, Haro, GT, Skyway flying— Diamond Back, Mongoose, nobody dying, A Plus Freestyle, Rufus on the scene— We were young, loud, reckless, and free. Something real! Yeah, we had something real! VERSE 2 After school, everybody came through, Skaters in the driveway, rockers in boots, Girls on the fence, sun dropping low, Watching us crash like a live punk show. Girl next door with a laugh so bright, Caught me mid-air in the gold porch light, I hit the ground hard, tried to play it cool, Like pain was nothing but another old-school rule. They said, “No more ramp, you’re done with that.” So I took my bike where the blacktop cracked, Behind the school where nobody could see— That’s where flatland started calling me. PRE-CHORUS Bars turned sideways, tire kissed the ground, Whole world spinning but I never came down, No crowd needed, no crown, no deal— Just me and the pavement making something real. CHORUS Something real! Mouths wide open when the tires leave steel, Something real! Backyard legends with a dream on wheels, Haro, GT, Skyway flying— Diamond Back, Mongoose, nobody dying, A Plus Freestyle, Rufus on the scene— We were young, loud, reckless, and free. Something real! Yeah, we had something real! POST-CHORUS Whoa-oh! We were alive! Whoa-oh! We owned the sky! Whoa-oh! No fear, no brakes! Just broken boards and childhood faith! BRIDGE — HALFTIME / SPOKEN-WORD Now the houses look smaller. The yard looks clean. The ramp is gone like it was never a thing. The kids don’t know what we did back then— How we turned a driveway into oxygen. Mom would call me from the kitchen light— “Get inside, it’s getting late tonight.” And I’d yell back, “Yes, Mom, I’ll be right there!” But I was gone again… floating somewhere… Somewhere between trouble and glory, Somewhere before life rewrote the story, Before everything changed, before time got strange— Before growing up put locks on the cage. Still I’d give anything— Anything— To relive those days. FINAL CHORUS Something real! Mouths wide open when the tires leave steel, Something real! Backyard legends with a dream on wheels, Haro, GT, Skyway flying— Diamond Back, Mongoose, sparks igniting, A Plus Freestyle, Rufus in command— We were kings with the world in our hands. Something real! Crashing hard but we’d never kneel, Something real! Every scar was a signed record deal, Flatland spinning, handlebars burning, One more trick and the whole world turning, Young forever in the noise and thunder— Fearless kids who refused to go under. OUTRO Something real… Something real… Still hear Mom calling from the back porch light— Still see that ramp in my dreams at night… Haro, GT, Skyway, Diamond Back, Mongoose, A Plus, Rufus on track… Chasing the sky till the whole world covers— Magazine covers.