Boom Bap Blues

[Verse] Streets hum gritty, a symphony of cracks, Vinyl whispers wisdom, deep grooves on wax. Curbside sermons, I pen 'em in my notepad, Life’s a dice game, snake eyes, the throw’s bad. Shadows in the alleys, they creep like bad habits, Hunger in the air, rats fight for the scraps, savage. Graffiti prayers on the walls of the projects, Truth in the colors, no filter, no context. [Chorus] Boom bap blues, my anthem for the night, Cracks in the vinyl, but the groove feels right. Punch through the static, let the drums ignite, Boom bap blues, echoes in the moonlight. [Verse 2] Tales from the block where the echoes don’t fade, Dreams get pawned, hearts beat in the arcade. Corner store prophets, Kool-Aid in their veins, Preaching to the pigeons 'bout escaping the chains. Dust on the needle, it scratches my pain, Loops from the soul, a soundtrack to the rain. Bassline hugs me, deep like a trench coat, Every rhyme stitched tight, I let the pen float. [Chorus] Boom bap blues, my anthem for the night, Cracks in the vinyl, but the groove feels right. Punch through the static, let the drums ignite, Boom bap blues, echoes in the moonlight.