Debris Crown

Whispers in the shadow, all heavy with the ground Chasing dreams in the dark Grew up where the corners bleed, sirens every night Pockets empty, stomach growling, fight a light Flipping pegs under streetlights, dodging blue and white One wrong move, it's curging blue and white One wrong move, it's curging Living on a knife, homies fall like autumn leaves Echoes in my mind lost my brother to the game I was ghost beside hustle harder than the pain Stacking paper to sky, from the mud to marble floors Watch a youngin' rise in me, he's lurking in the mist Jealousy that blade, I stay strong I stay strong Eyes wide, never catch me Slip and fade, nights of fire, days of ice Heart cold as a grave, but the hunger never dies It's the fuel in my veins Travel clouds booming demons dancing in the flame But I own this game from the bottom to the throne The bottom to the throne, drown the misery King of these streets crown forged in the breeze I'm breaking free tripping in the flame Since that's my decree, pour another chase to high Drown the misery these streets crown forged in the breeze I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it I made it