Rhyme Hustle Nights

Yeah, uh

Check the rhythm on the clock

I watch the rain slide down the window pane Counting up the

hours just to stay in my lane They want the fast life

but I like the slow crawl Building up a kingdom from a

crack in the wall

No shortcuts, just the ink on the pad

Turning every single heavy day that I had

Into a monument, a line in the stone

Finding my peace when I'm walking alone

We keep on moving through the cold and the dark (yeah)

Every single step is just a brand new start

We keep on moving through the cold and the dark

Finding our way by the spark

Paper stack high but the mind is much clearer

Looking at the person standing right in the mirror

No illusions, just the grit and the grind

Leaving all the static and the chatter behind

They talk loud but they whisper the truth

I spent my winters chasing proof in the booth Now the floorboards

shake when I step in the room

Quiet confidence rising out of the gloom

We keep on moving through the cold and the dark (yeah)

Every single step is just a brand new start

We keep on moving through the cold and the dark

Finding our way by the spark

Just the spark,

yeah Keeping it true to the path