Yeah...
Just tryna catch my breath in the static.
This one's for the nights that talk back.
Woke up to the hum of the fridge light buzzin'
No sun, just a blue screen cousin
Ashtray thoughts and a coffee cup sermon
My mind spins like records I'm burnin'
Half of my crew still sleep in their dreams
Other half hustlin' with ripped-up jeans
I'm somewhere in between—midnight lean
Tryna write poems from a vending machine
Cracked phone glowin’ like a ghost in the sink
Think I saw my reflection blink
I talk to my past through a hole in the wall
Like, "yo, did you ever make peace at all?"
I flicker and fade
Like a match on a windy day
Got words I'll never say
Tucked back in the deep of my brain
But the beat still plays
Yeah the beat still plays
Even when I flicker and fade...
Ayo, I ghost text people I love
Then hate myself for not showin’ up
I keep notes in a shoebox, laced with dust
Like old mixtapes no one plays but us
Rode the bus past my high school twice
Still feel like that kid tryna get life right
Still afraid of my dad’s advice
But I still wear his jacket at night
Ain’t much gold in this rusted chain
But I rap like the pain’s champagne
Pop the cork, spill a verse in the rain
'Til the city drags me home like a runaway train
Maybe I'm broke in a beautiful way
Like glass turned beach sand someday
We all got waves, we all got breaks
I just surf mine with a pen and a crate
I flicker and fade
Like a match on a windy day
Got words I'll never say
Tucked back in the deep of my brain
But the beat still plays
Yeah the beat still plays
Even when I flicker and fade...
Don't worry if you lost your light...
The beat knows the way home.
About the Creator
Chxse
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