(Vinyl crackle, distant city sirens)
Yeah.
Sometimes the concrete speaks louder than the people.
2AM. Cold wind.
Just me and the ghosts of Diobu.
Check it.
2AM, Mile 1, the streets are breathing slow
I walk the jagged pavement where the broken spirits go
Beneath a flickering streetlight, a strobe of dying gold
A story written in the concrete, bitter and so cold
One eye fixed forward, the other watching my back
The city is a predator that’s hunting in the black
Every shadow has a motive, every echo is a snare
I feel the static rising in the humid midnight air
Three figures by the awning, static statues in the gloom
Are they waiting for a brother, or they sealing up my doom?
I don't pause, I don't breathe, I keep my rhythm moving steady
My heart is playing heavy, keep the weapon of the mind ready.
It’s the weight of the Mile, yeah, the weight of the grind
Leaving all the pieces of my innocence behind
Insecurity is calling, inflation is the thief
Stealing every moment, replacing it with grief
Survival is the destination, road is paved with stones
Walking through the darkness, chilled down to the bones.
Phone inside the pocket, grip is tight enough to break
Every sound is a warning, every movement is a stake
This isn't just a junction, it's a mirror to the land
The lifeblood of the nation slipping right through the sand
Poverty is locked doors, hunger is the silent key
How many souls are drowning in this vast and shallow sea?
The cost of bread is rising while the hope is falling fast
Living for the present but we're haunted by the past
I see the faces hollowed out by dreams that didn't bloom
Just another soldier trying to escape the crowded room
But the walls are closing in, yeah, the ceiling's coming down
Just a tired king looking for a lost and rusted crown.
It’s the weight of the Mile, yeah, the weight of the grind
Leaving all the pieces of my innocence behind
Insecurity is calling, inflation is the thief
Stealing every moment, replacing it with grief
Survival is the destination, road is paved with stones
Walking through the darkness, chilled down to the bones.
Can you hear the silence screaming?
Can you feel the hunger leaning?
It’s not just the street, it’s the life we lead
A constant battle for the things we need
From Diobu to the ends of the earth
We're searching for the meaning and we're searching for the worth.
I reach the safety of the house, the lock clicks in the door
But the monster's still outside, pacing on the concrete floor
Tomorrow is another day to hustle and to bleed
To plant another flower in the middle of the weed
They say the light is coming but the sun is hiding far
We’re just constellations trapped inside a broken jar
Restless in the city where the neon turns to gray
Praying for a dawn that isn't cursed to fade away.
It’s the weight of the Mile, yeah, the weight of the grind
Leaving all the pieces of my innocence behind
Insecurity is calling, inflation is the thief
Stealing every moment, replacing it with grief
Survival is the destination, road is paved with stones
Walking through the darkness, chilled down to the bones.
(Beat fades, heavy bass stays)
Mile 1.
Keep moving.
Don't look back.
Just keep moving.
Yeah.
(Fade out)