我來(lái)自街頭 心跳像808

鏡子里倒影 不是王也是王

跪下 別急著拍我肩

皇冠太重 你頸椎會(huì)裂

我踩過(guò)尸骨 像踩節(jié)拍

謙虛？我字典撕掉那頁(yè)

上帝說(shuō)要有光 我抬手遮了日

留下影子給世界當(dāng)誓詞

I’m the crack in the stained glass, saint with a switchblade—

blessings drip red on my Timbs, still I tread on the pulpit.

Sunday service full of serpents, I speak in tongues of trip-wire—

amen, then I aim, let the psalm clip hum like a choir.

Crown of thorns? I sold it, flipped it, bought my mama a tower—

now heaven’s gate got a bouncer and he checking my power.

Kneel? I did, till the soil tasted copper and greed—

rose up, shoes untied, footprints still reading “God bleed.”

我來(lái)自街角 霓虹像傷口

子彈寫(xiě)簡(jiǎn)歷 血印當(dāng)戶(hù)口

主歌扛棺材副歌扛宇宙

每句咒 都開(kāi)花 在裂縫里不朽

抬頭 烏云拍賣(mài)我的夢(mèng)

低頭 泥沼標(biāo)價(jià)我的痛

呼吸 是偷渡的鐘

心跳 是未標(biāo)注的經(jīng)度

我給絕望點(diǎn)兵 把夜色拆封

讓每一粒塵土 都學(xué)會(huì)暴動(dòng)

我坐王座不戴金冠，街頭風(fēng)聲替我加冕

把虛榮折疊進(jìn)口袋，像收聲，不炫耀零錢(qián)

上帝點(diǎn)頭我仍低頭，鏡子前對(duì)自己敬禮

天空低垂我踮腳，把烏云當(dāng)幕布收起

別拍我肩膀，驕傲太重，會(huì)壓疼你手臂

我呼吸，把霹靂咽進(jìn)肚里，再吐出晨曦

城在腳底旋轉(zhuǎn)，我讓聚光燈只照影子

別急著捧我，王冠是刺，謙遜才是盾

鐘聲一響，我把姓名留在門(mén)外，光腳走進(jìn)清晨

30 for 30, mirror cracked in thirty ways,

each shard a year I gave away.

K-dot whisper—count the scars like rings,

bark still bleeding, still tryna sing.

I traded halos for hotel keys,

he traded verses for inner peace.

Ocean lungs, tide pulling out the truth:

love was practice, never proof.

Thirty rounds, thirty cries,

still we rise, baptized in rewind.

Love don’t live here no more,

it packed a bag and left through the backdoor—

still I dial your ghost in the Benz,

let it ring till the bass starts bleeding sin.

I’m a sinner in your church of skin,

tongue baptized where the hurt begin.

We fucked the world up for a feeling,

now every ceiling got your shadow on it, painted explicit.

Kiss me violent, heal me quiet,

pray to the moon like it never riot.

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Wake up in the AM, chalk outlines hit the pavement,

Momma said “Baby, keep faith,” but the sirens keep blavin’.

Candy-painted hopes peel off when the gauge spin,

One time behind us, everybody start sprintin’.

Swimming in red & blue, baptism by flash-light,

Angels wear Kevlar, praying on the gas-pipe.

If I die tonight, paint my mural in neon—

Let the colors scream the dream that the cops couldn’t pee on.

Take off the crown, take off the clown, take off the clouded lens

Take off the guilt, take off the tilt, take off the false amends

Take off the streams, take off the memes, take off the rented flex

Take off the lies they disguise as a prize, I’m vexed

Silk pillow trauma where the pearls used to rest

I bled on the floss, now the ice got stress

Took the mask off the mogul, he just a boy in a vest

What it cost to be king? A soul and a check

Yeah, clean heart still beat through the static

I rose from the curb where the dreams get battered

No cuss on my tongue, just truth in the pattern

Momma said pray, so I cloaked all my anger

I’m royalty, crown made of struggle and silver

They offered me shame, I returned it like mirrors

Love over ego, that’s how I define me

My pride ain’t poison, it’s purpose in tidy

Still climbing, still shining, no stain in my timing

King clean, soul loud, forever high-minded

遙控器在我手里，像槍上膛

屏幕閃著藍(lán)光，照出我臉上舊傷

頻道切換，跳過(guò)他們編排的天堂

我把tv off，讓沉默開(kāi)始鼓掌

謊言沒(méi)信號(hào)，真相不戴濾鏡播放

黑暗里聽(tīng)我心臟，像808在撞

槍口對(duì)準(zhǔn)幻象，砰——節(jié)目全散場(chǎng)

黑夜接管光芒，我呼吸才是現(xiàn)場(chǎng)