Dense Grittitude

Now I navigate slowly through the dark,

money was always sweet like poetry in friction,

Searching for a spark to heal this soul's addiction,

Writing my truth while I'm battling the fiction,

...Finding my peace in this rhythmic benediction. [Verse 2]

Southside gravel in my voice from the struggle

Dream heavy, pockets light, kept the hustle subtle

Raised where the sun burns every lost illusion

Learned truth ain't a riddle, just the cost of fusion

Grit in my soul but the hope in my diction

Flip pain into wisdom, poetry in friction

Step swift through the traffic of doubt in my lane

Took every miss and mapped routes to gain

Pre-Chorus

Never looking back, got my fate in my sight

Clock [Instrumental Solo: Jazz Trio] [NO LYRICS] [Verse 2]

Southside gravel in my voice from the struggle

Dream heavy, pockets light, kept the hustle subtle

Raised where the sun burns every lost illusion

Learned truth ain't a riddle, just the cost of fusion

Grit in my soul but the hope in my diction

Flip pain into wisdom, poetry in friction

[OUTRO VOCAL] money's sweet like poetry in friction, like mystified shifted diction...that's money's friction

[OUTRO LYRICS!] that's dense grittitude...