Strings of Gold

[Verse] Strum hum, pluckin' strings on that old wood, Wonderin' why, just like a legend in his own 'hood. Riffs cut deep, vibes roll through the vine, Guitar laced harmony, rap in prime time. [Verse 2] One step through the dust, chords echo the pain, In every finger press, legacy in vain. Six strings wail, but my lyrics never pale, Nothin' but truth, raw and unfiltered tale. [Chorus] Rap, guit, blendin' hearts and minds, Soul mixed sound with gold to find. Echoes reverberate in the hall of fame, Acoustic backdrop for the verbal flame. [Verse 3] Frets carry secrets, tales of old in a tune, Vibrations feel the heart, crescendos too soon. Skill in my grip, wisdom in my spit, Musical fusion, where rap and guit meet. [Verse 4] Life plays out, a concert under moonlight, Bars break free, under stars of the night. Patience in the pluck, wisdom in the strum, Words strike gold, in the rhythm of the drum. [Chorus] Rap, guit, blendin' hearts and minds, Soul mixed sound with gold to find. Echoes reverberate in the hall of fame, Acoustic backdrop for the verbal flame.