Flow Code

Yeah, check the frequency

Turn my headphone up a little bit

I trace the lines on the cracked concrete

Walking heavy through the rhythm of the city street No silver spoons,

just a pen and a page Turning every single shadow to a

center stage

They talk cheap but the work is gold Keep the fire burning

when the wind blows cold

We keep it moving when the world stands still (move it)

Writing history, working the hill

No looking back, yeah,

we set the pace (yeah)

Finding beauty in the hardest place

Two dollars and a dream in my leather jacket Making music out

of all of this noisy racket They want the quick fame,

we want the long run Still awake working way past the setting

sun (unlocked) Every rhyme is a step to the grand design Look

at the stars, yeah,

it's finally time

We keep it moving when the world stands still (move

it) Writing history, working the hill

No looking back, yeah,

we set the pace (yeah) Finding beauty in the hardest place

Yeah,

just a pen and a page (hummmm) Nothing more,

nothing less

We out.