Jace_Jenkins - Keepin’ Stars Right (Live At Wally’s 2/27/2956)

(Verse 1 – Intro at New Babbage) Wake up cold in a MicroTech frost, Vac suit zipped, rollin’ like a boss. New Babbage steps got bottle floods, Pickin up cans with sweat and bloods. Wind howls hard as he sweeps that deck, Crowds scroll past but don’t show respect. But he’s Stanton’s own with the janitor tag, Garbologist grind—he wears it like swag. Port Tressler’s next on the circuit spin, Elevator lights blinkin’ “Trash Again.” He’s clearin’ out bins by the docking bays, While tourists snap views in synthetic haze. Bottles clink in S-C-U Bins, Every station stop earns silent wins. He ain’t on shift—he’s on legacy moves, And every wipe-down leaves righteous grooves. Lorville hits with industrial grime, Air smells burnt like lost time. He dodges loaders, clears stairwell cans, Brings order back with weathered hands. Hurston brass don’t know his name, But he shapes the flow in the transit lane. (Verse 4 – Everus & Serraphim) Everus Harbor got party spill, Champagne bottles on the windowsill. He scrubs in silence near the shipyard ports, He’s seen what most call crash reports. Serraphim Station drips neon light, Trash in vents from the late-night flight. He logs the haul on his wrist-link screen, Data-rich on that hygiene. Starlancer fumes and bottle reek. He watches ships jump with gravity sighs, Then pockets tips from grateful guys. Long days flown, but the ‘verse stays clean, Thanks to him—the rag-tag machine. So raise a toast with your bottle tonight, To Stanton’s Garbologist, keepin’ stars right.