Noah the 3rd on the beat: Verse 1 Blue strips flicker when the dashboard glow, Had dreams in the dark where the cash don’t show, Mama said patience, but the rent said go, So I learned how to hustle with my back on ropes. Had pain in my chest, kept a grin on display, Everybody love the shine, never ask what it paid, I was counting every loss like a debt I could save, Now I walk through the fire like I slept in the flame. Ain’t no hero in the mirror, just a man with scars, Still reaching for heaven from a damaged car, Had friends turn ghosts when the plan got hard, Now the circle real small but the vision real large. Blue strip flicker, every bill got a story, Every win got blood, every loss brought glory, I ain’t asking for a crown, let the truth speak for me, Made a lane out the mud, now the road know me. Verse 2 I been arguing with myself on the ride back home, Like, “You chasing what you love or what the likes call grown?” Got a phone full of numbers, still feel alone, Funny how a crowded room make the silence known. I got people I forgive but I don’t call back, Got mistakes in the rear and they all talk facts, Could’ve folded when the pressure put my heart off track, But the cracks let the light in, I learned from that. Money solve some problems, money make some new, You can buy a better view, can’t purchase truth, Can’t flex for the crowd when the mirror see through, So I rap like tomorrow gotta answer for you. Every bar another page from the life I survived, Every bruise got a lesson that kept me alive, If success mean losing me, I decline that prize, Rather walk in my truth than get rich in disguise. Verse 3 Look— Blue lights flash and the whole block freeze, Young boy seventeen with his heart on his sleeve, Teacher say dream, but the street say eat, So which voice get loud when there’s nothing to breathe? Politicians sell hope every couple of years, Then disappear when the mothers start wiping the tears, They debate our pain from a room nowhere near us, Then wonder why the youth don’t believe what they hear. I seen genius get buried underneath survival, Seen a good kid judged by a crooked title, Seen faith turn strong when the odds went viral, Seen a whole hood rise when they broke that cycle. So I’m writing for the ones they forgot in the count, For the worker doing doubles just to keep the lights out— Nah, keep the lights on, that’s what struggle about, Turn a whisper to a roar till they hearing us now. Verse 4 Now the blue strip flicker like a sign from above, Not the money itself—it’s what I do for my blood, Put my people in position, put some food in the cupboard, Build something for the babies they can’t take from us. I don’t need another chain just to prove I arrived, Need land, need leverage, need the family supplied, Need peace when I sleep, need my soul still alive, ’Cause what good is the top if you died on the climb? I came from “maybe one day” to “we doing it now,” Had my knees on the floor, got back up somehow, Every scar on my spirit put some truth in my sound, Now the same ones that doubted wanna move with the crowd. Let ’em watch from the side, I got work to complete, Still hungry with a plate, still dirt on my cleats, Blue strips flicker, but my heart don’t cheapen— If I leave with my name clean, then I left here even. Noah the 3rd on the beat
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