Dirt Crown

Single name on the lease, no softenin’ Rent hike land here, I’m bufferin’ One plate used, one just sittin’ there Spare room quiet, air gone thin in there Hunger moved in early, never left me yet Skipped meals, gut twistin’, still protectin’ what I kept Paycheck in then out, the balance barely movin’ Work After Work all week, still the due date loomin’ Head Noise loopin’, no end, no rest in the mental Phone glow, blue tint, independent, no supplemental No split tab, no spare key hangin’ off the same hook Same name stamped heavy, every page in the book Bent chair lean, chipped desk, glitch-screen flicker Memory Machine run scenes get meaner and sicker No glam, just plans in the margins in blue Code grids, drum grids, notebooks, new queues Light buzz, bill stacks, pressure push tighter Fee brick, fee brick, walls close, breath lighter Still Upright, spine bent, hands cracked, still sketchin’ effort, stretchin’ seconds into sections, stressin’ lessons, flexin’ effort, never let the structure fracture under pressure Ledger by the bed, weight press on the sternum Dirt Crown tilt low, but the roots don’t turn none Dirt Crown, head down, stuck in the same town Same weight, same numbers break down, circle around Small checks, slow months, but I stay sound, stay sound Quiet Wins stack up, I don’t say it out loud Paint peel, draft slide through the old wall sockets Coins thin, cans line up tight in the pockets Floor creak talk back every step that I take Fridge hum fill gaps when the heat lines break Brand-new soles, I wear ’em to the bone, thread showin’, stitch frayin’ Cold coat, wind slice straight through the weave, skin flayin’ Went hungry, long stretches, measured portions, forced rationin’ Store aisles arm’s reach, price tags past what I’m cashin’ in Walk long blocks, jaw locked, no lunch in the middle Whole stomach drum line, tight roll, low riddle Head down, headphones, whole route feel brittle Each step tap out pain in a four-bar scribble Keys switch tone, new hallways, rules settle No gates, just frame, slow gain, real level Warm lamp glow, real food on the plate Same thrift fit, but the floor feel straight Old lack sit deep in the joints, in the ankles Every walk drag chain, unseen, same angle Quiet Riot in the ribs, no shout, no verbal Past hunger still hum low, low thermal No Applause Built This, palms split, callus clusters, knuckle scars from subtle struggle Double shifts, stomach rumbles, tunnel vision, budget buckle, numbers juggle Hustle crumbs, cover months of hunger, under pressure, structures shuffle Built under, thunder in the chest, stress pressed but I step up and never crumble Old cracks flash quick, still live in my mind Dirt Crown holds both lives in a single line Dirt Crown, head down, stuck in the same town Same weight, same numbers break down, circle around Small checks, slow months, but I stay sound, stay sound Quiet Wins stack up, I don’t say it out loud Bank app blink low, but the drive hold a city Late loops, tight scripts, raw code, real gritty Cursor twitch on beat, metronome mark decisions Blue light carve shapes, split the room into visions Neighbors split rent, split plates, glass chatter Walls catch echoes of a life climb faster Fan blade spin slow over one dim station Coffee ring map drafts, rotation, creation Hunger still coded in the moves that I make Full fridge, same itch, same quake in the breaks Beat grid lock tight with the branchin’ logic Verse thread stitch deep in the script, more toxic No applause, no props, no hand in the room Just files on files make the floorboards boom Late fees stack by the work I compile Dirt Crown tilt slight, but it still hold style No rescue pull up, no assist in the system Straight face, stone look, but the pulse still twistin’ Compressed, obsessed, I address what’s stressin’ Finesse mess, less rest, every breath still a weapon Hands rough, shelves bare, but it stack, it stack Dirt Crown sit firm, I don’t crack, don’t crack Dirt Crown, head down, stuck in the same town Same weight, same numbers break down, circle around Small checks, slow months, but I stay sound, stay sound Quiet Wins stack up, I don’t say it out loud Old floors creak loud, thin walls leak each sentence Cold air, bare shelves, all the plans lost tension Punch in, walk back, let the due dates overlap Dirt Crown sit quiet, just the weight, just the facts