Echoes from the Basement

Voices in the walls, dreams in the basement

Built from the dirt, can't fake this pavement

Chasin' every echo that called me adjacent

Now I'm risin' out the ruins like a ghost out the basement

Cracked tiles underfoot, hope drippin' through pipes

Mold on the walls, still we moldin' these nights

Freestyles with a hunger that could swallow the mic

Write verses in receipts 'cause the paper was light

Bare bulb swingin', no plaques, no shine

Just a couple raw raps and a notebook spine

Speakers blew out, still the spirit designed

From the echoes of the lost, I constructed my prime

Mom yellin' through the vents, ''Turn that down!''

But she ain't know them beats kept me holdin' my crown

Every snare hit was a prayer to astound

Every bass drop was a seed in the ground

Now they see stages, they don't see the cages

When my world was a box, I wrote books with blank pages

Echoes shaped me, pain engraved me

Made a whole symphony from what tried to erase me

Still hear the whispers when I stand on the stages

Basement born, greatness contagious