Intro (spoken – with echo)
Yeah… what you see ain't all, fam.
Behind the glitter, there's an open wound.
Spin the globe, let my truth boom.
Verse 1
Woke up to the city grey hummin' low,
another day on the list, another day to go low.
Sidewalks smell of rush and the scent of need,
while the rich wear a smile like a plastic bead.
I watch the block, cracks deep in the concrete,
mud on my sneakers, but my soul's got heat.
Mama taught me never drop the visor low,
night gets long, but the dawn's a pro.
The system's Monopoly with no Go square,
they hand you loaded dice and a broken prayer.
But listen—
Chorus
Spin the globe, watch it land on pain,
every city got shadows and the tears like rain.
I'm still here, still fierce, still fightin' the chain,
from the gutter to the mic, let me make it plain.
Spin the globe, watch it spin again,
every hood got a story that never makes a friend.
I'm still here, still clear, still breakin' the trend,
from the bottom to the boom-bap, 'til the bitter end.
Verse 2
They want a simple villain, a two-minute hate,
but my life's a B-side spinnin' crooked by fate.
I seen the landlord smile while the pipes went cold,
seen a nine-year-old hustle with a heart ten years old.
Police car hum like a mosquito at dusk,
pull you over for a broken light and a lost trust.
They freeze the frame where I look the most angry,
but never the frame where I hold my little baby.
So nah, I ain't your poster for a charity ad,
I'm the son of a fighter, and my dad's my dad.
I trade rhymes for a reason, not a gold plaque,
every verse is a brick out the same old trap.
Chorus
Spin the globe, watch it land on pain,
every city got shadows and the tears like rain.
I'm still here, still fierce, still fightin' the chain,
from the gutter to the mic, let me make it plain.
Spin the globe, watch it spin again,
every hood got a story that never makes a friend.
I'm still here, still clear, still breakin' the trend,
from the bottom to the boom-bap, 'til the bitter end.
Bridge (sl
