Crown of Dust

[Intro – Spoken, minimal beat]

 

They all chase thrones made of gold.

But gold rusts.

Power fades.

So I built my kingdom from the ruins they left…

And I wear a crown of dust.

 

[Verse 1]

 

This ain’t a fairytale, this is blood in the dirt,

Where the crown costs more than the diamonds are worth.

They want fame, I want freedom — it’s not the same,

They want noise, I want legacy carved in pain.

See, I built this with cuts, with doubt, with decline,

Stacked my setbacks like steps I could climb.

They sit on thrones that’ll crumble with time,

But I rise from the rubble — still perfectly aligned.

 

[Chorus]

 

Crown of dust, and a heart full of flame,

Made my palace from the places they called me insane.

I don’t rule from above, I walk with the fire,

Led by the storm, but I climb even higher.

No diamonds needed — my shine’s in my scars,

No throne could define me — I reach for the stars.

Let 'em worship the gold, let 'em rust if they must —

I was made for the crown… made of dust.

 

[Verse 2]

 

They built kingdoms on lies — mine's built on truth,

Built from the bones of the nights I knew.

See, I don’t need applause, don’t chase the cheers,

I built an empire from my worst years.

Grief was the architect, loss laid the stone,

I sat on the ruins till I claimed my own.

Now every line I spit is a legacy key,

Unlockin’ the kingship they never could see.

 

[Bridge – melodic/echoed, airy yet grounded]

 

What they saw as broken, I wore like a sign,

Every crack was a map to the purpose I find.

I don’t rise for the crown — I rise for the dust,

For the boy who believed when the world said, “You must…”

 

[Chorus – repeat with more energy, full instrumental]

 

Crown of dust, and a heart full of flame,

Made my palace from the places they called me insane.

I don’t rule from above, I walk with the fire,

Led by the storm, but I climb even higher.

No diamonds needed — my shine’s in my scars,

No throne could define me — I reach for the stars.

Let 'em worship the gold, let 'em rust if they must —

I was made for the crown… made of dust.

 

[Outro – Spoken, fading into ambient sound]

 

You don’t need a throne to rule your path.

Just the will to rise…

From everything they thought would bury you.

Part Six complete.

Dust. Fire. Legacy.