Two Roads, One Fight

Yeah Two worlds, one skin From the quiet roads to the end

Never

heard the

bell

Raised where the porch lights blinked and the pine trees stood Little

town, clean streets, everybody thought they knew Mayberry on the surface,

secrets underneath I learned to hold my tongue and keep the dirt

off my sleeves Then the road bent south,

where the heat don't sleep Palm shadows,

sirens, concrete under my feet Different code,

different colors, different names in the air Had to learn who was

real and who was only there

I came from two worlds,

but I belong to both

Country dust on my boots,

street smoke in my throat

They counted me out,

I made the count go long Like a fighter in the cage

when the bell don't come Still breathing,

still swinging, still standing tall They waited on me to break,

I never heard the call Two worlds,

one heart, scarred but strong If the night won't let me go,

I keep moving on

From MC Myth and Minece,

words cut through the haze Roasting up in Cholo Southside,

learning every shade Not a costume,

not a story that I borrowed for the sound It was names,

faces, hard lessons, watching who was down White boy in the middle,

always something to prove Too country for the city,

too street for the old view Every room had a question,

every stare had a test So I carried both the silence and

the weight in my chest

I don't glorify the bruises,

I remember what they cost Every friend,

every mile, every lesson,

every loss The cage taught patience,

the streets taught eyes The small town taught me how to hear

the truth in lies Now the rearview holds a lifetime in a

frame Red clay, blue lights,

ocean rain, and flames All the ones who said I couldn't,

let them watch me rise No crown,

no fairy tale, just survival in my eyes I was built in

the distance, tempered under pressure Every scar is a chapter,

every breath is a measure If they shut one door,

I came back through the wall I was never waiting on a

bell, I was ready for it all

I came from two worlds,

but I belong to both Country dust on my boots,

street smoke in my throat They counted me out,

I made the count go long Like a fighter in the cage

when the bell don't come Still breathing,

still swinging, still standing tall They waited on me to break,

I never heard the call Two worlds,

one heart, scarred but strong If the night won't let me go,

I keep moving on No bell No quit

Two

worlds

Still here