Blueprints at Dusk

Blueprints at dusk, pen bleeds in the margin

Soul in the lines like my spirit's been pardoned

Hunger in the ink, pain carved in the jargon

Every bar a brick, I'm just layin' the garden

Dreams in a folder, dust on the zip file

Staring at the skyline, been broke for a while

Midnight rituals, thoughts get wild

Sippin' on regrets in a solo exile

Truth in the rhythm, ain't no lie when I write

Blueprints of a king scribbled late in the night

Hope in the hook, vengeance in sight

I build in the dark just to shine in the light

This ain't just music

It's the draft before the rise

The scribbles before the empire

The blueprints at dusk