World Is Ash

[Intro] 🌑 Yeah… Midnight yard, cold steel under sodium lights Whole world rotten… still breathing though You know the code… If you know—you know. [Hook] 🚧 Steel canvas rollin’ through the night again Paint on my hands, sins in the wind World still trash but we livin’ it loud Bomb the whole line, middle finger to the crowd Toys talk slick but they fade like rust Real ones bleed ink, real ones don’t fuss Art world fake, we just laugh and spit World still shit… but we live that shit. [Verse 1] 🖤 3 AM creeping through a chain-link tear Yard dog bark but the ghosts don’t care Backpack rattlin’, caps in a row Chrome drip letters make the freight car glow City skyline like a bruise in the fog Every wall got a name every tunnel got a god Black hood shadow in the rail yard mist Whole crew silent like a midnight hit Critics in galleries sippin cheap wine Talkin “modern art”… never touched a rail line We paint where the steel scream sparks on the track Let the whole damn nation read the name on the back You can buy a frame but you can’t buy soul Our museum rollin’ thirty cars long. [Hook] 🚧 Steel canvas rollin’ through the night again Paint on my hands, sins in the wind World still trash but we livin’ it loud Bomb the whole line, middle finger to the crowd Toys talk slick but they fade like rust Real ones bleed ink, real ones don’t fuss Art world fake, we just laugh and spit World still shit… but we live that shit. [Verse 2] ☠️ They call it crime, we call it breath in the lungs Paint cloud halo where the cold wind runs Toys on the net talk loud, never seen A yard full of engines like a steel machine Hands smell permanent, brain full of smoke Every tag like a prayer every line like a oath Whole globe spinning but the system still rot Politicians sell lies while the rail yards watch So we carve our names in the ribs of the train Let the whole world read what the silence can’t say If tomorrow burns and the skyline split At least my name rode rails through the apocalypse. [Bridge] 🌒 Ash fallin’ slow on a city that forgot Dreams in a backpack next to twelve spray pots Life too short, world too cold So we paint till the steel turn old. [Hook] 🚧 Steel canvas rollin’ through the night again Paint on my hands, sins in the wind World still trash but we livin’ it loud Bomb the whole line, middle finger to the crowd Toys talk slick but they fade like rust Real ones bleed ink, real ones don’t fuss Art world fake, we just laugh and spit World still shit… but we live that shit. [Outro] 🕯️ Freight roll west… sunrise creepin’ in Chrome letters flash like ghosts on the wind World still broken… system still sick… But tonight that train carried our names through it. Live fast… paint louder… Steel never forgets.