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Worn-out boots, white tee
Sun hits hard on the hood
My sound comes from dry land
But the city lights feel rude
Learned young from twisted winds
That success don't ask to stay
I mix dirt roads with neon signs
Turn old roots into today

Never fit the shape they drew
Never played the part they want
I walk the line between the beat
And the fields where I come from

I'm from asphalt and dust
From the streets to the ground
My rhythm crosses borders
Can't be locked, can't be bound
If the world tries to slow me down
I just push, no delay
Pop in my head, roots in my feet
I ride my own way

Old radio on the counter
Laptop riding shotgun
While they sell pretty lies
I turn pain into something
Don't need crowns or fake applause
Or promises I can't see
My empire's built in silence
When the day's just me and me

They laugh now, don't get it yet
Every doubt will fade with time
The unlikely when it stays
Always learns how to climb

I'm from asphalt and dust
From the streets to the ground
My rhythm crosses borders
Can't be locked, can't be bound
If the world tries to slow me down
I just push, no delay
Pop in my head, roots in my feet
I ride my own way

It ain't about running away
It's about never asking to play
I carry yesterday with me
But tomorrow answers my name

From asphalt and dust
I move true, never fake
If a door slams shut on me
I'll find another way
Pop on top, fire inside
My name carved in the way
Between the past and what's next
I ride my own way

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