Broken Street Gospel

You think you made it out

—

but shadows stretch longer than your past.

This for the ones who learned to breathe with danger at their

back. {atmospheric pad, moody tension,

quiet start}

Walking through the shadows where the sunlight fades…

Rearview locked, paranoia raised.

City of Angels with a halo made of smoke,

We just fight to keep a heartbeat holding on,

Cold wind cutting through a heavy soul.

{heavy 808 drop,

hard trap beat} Got a thousand different demons banging on the walls

of my brain, Every corner that I turn feel exactly the same.

They talk about success like it's waiting on a shelf — But

when you're born in the trenches,

you don't trust nobody else.

Seen homies turn to ghosts chasing counterfeit pride,

Got a target on my back and a cross on my side.

Cruiser creeping slow, shining beams in my face,

Trying to catch a young G slipping out of place.

Trying to cage my spirit,

turn my life into a stat,

Print another Black body under bold-font facts.

So I grip the wheel tight,

let the engine roar light,

Navigating every danger on a Compton flight.

{rapid fire double-time flow} Walking through the shadows where the sunlight fades…

Rearview locked, paranoia raised.

City of Angels with a halo made of smoke,

We just fight to keep a heartbeat holding on,

Cold wind cutting through a heavy soul.

{full vocal layers, energetic chorus} Parked deep in the shadows by the

liquor store glow, Watching silhouettes drift like a slow-moving show.

Everybody got an angle,

everybody got a fee —

You pay for your mistakes and your bad company.

They love when you're bleeding,

hate when you rise,

In a world full of masks,

truth's a health compromise.

Hazard to my health,

heater tucked in the glove,

Not a whole lot of mercy,

not a whole lot of love.

Made it out the hood but it's stitched in my mind,

Leaving trauma on the pavement every mile behind.

So don't preach to me about glory or gold — If you

buy your way out,

you still selling your soul.

{gritty and conversational flow} Hear 'em whisper in the dark — Waiting

for the slip, waiting for the fall.

Let it breathe… let the night swallow it all.

{beat drops

out, ambient delay}

Yeah… It ain't palm trees and chrome every night — Sometimes it's

just surviving 'til the light.

Keep your head low.

Keep your circle tight.

{fade out with slow piano

chords}