Trap&Blues - THE CITY OWES ME - (Original Mix)🥃

🎧 WELCOME TO TRAP E BLUES Music created with the help of our friend IA, but produced, remastered, and written by me. ... LYRIC: Verse I I walked these tributaries when they didn't have a name yet Slept in rooms that smelled of mildew and of shame yet Unrealized — back when the city handed nothing Just the pavement and the hunger and the constant blunting Of ambition by the weight of being inconsequential In a place that only registers the exponential Rise — the ones who came from somewhere — had a pedigree A name that opened rooms — I had my tenacity I paved the roads they drive on with the marrow of my twenties Gave this city everything before it gave me plenty Now I walk the same streets wearing something it recognizes And the city looks away the way a debtor compromises Hook The city runs a tab it never planned to settle Took my youth and tested every thread of mettle Left me on the curb of my own making Watched me build from rubble — watched without partaking The city owes me — not in gold — in acknowledgment In the nod of every corner that remembers where I went When nobody was watching — when the ledger wasn't open The city owes me — and that debt… is never… spoken Verse II There's a building on the promontory near the water Where they held a ceremony for the alderman's daughter I supplied the infrastructure — every wire — every conduit Through channels that the ceremony never sought to audit They put a plaque above the door with someone else's patronage My name lives in the mortar — in the work — the cartilage Of every joint that holds that building past its expiration I am in the walls — anonymous — the city's own foundation The schools I never entered got their heating through my dealings The hospital that turned my mother away has my ceilings I built the thing that built the thing they put their names upon A subterranean architect — acknowledged — then — withdrawn Hook The city runs a tab it never planned to settle Took my youth and tested every thread of mettle Left me on the curb of my own making Watched me build from rubble — watched without partaking The city owes me — not in gold — in acknowledgment In the nod of every corner that remembers where I went When nobody was watching — when the ledger wasn't open The city owes me — and that debt… is never… spoken Verse III The men who write the chronicles of this place never rang me Never asked what moved beneath the surface — what harangued me Into building what I built through gaps they left unguarded Every ordinance a labyrinth I navigated — charted My own passage through the bureaucratic underbrush While they were at their galas with their practiced hush Of anything that didn't fit the civic narrative they're selling I was in the city's viscera — providing — and excelling At the work that keeps a metropolis from fracturing at night The unglamorous machinery that holds the whole thing right A city needs its shadows just as much as it needs lamplight I was both — I was the dark that made the dawn feel ample — bright Bridge Don't mistake my composure for forgetting what I'm owed I have every debt itemized inside a private code Every year the city took before it learned to say my surname Every room that wouldn't open — every spurned claim Filed in the only ledger that this city cannot audit The one inside my chest — where every slight was catalogued and guarded Not for vengeance — vengeance is a diminishing return But for the cold precision of a man who had to earn What others were bequeathed — and knows the differential weight Between the given and the forged — between the throne and the crate I rose from — and I haven't set it down — I carry it like ballast So I never drift too far from what this city made me — callous — and the tallest Outro I stand on the promontory… city spread below… every light a witness… to the debt it doesn't show… I don't need the plaque… don't need the chronicle… don't need the name above the door… I am in the particle… of every wall they built on what I laid… the city owes me everything… and knows it… and is… afraid… #TRAP&BLUES #trap #blues #trapblues #darktrap #gangsterrap #mafiamusic #bluestrap #darkmusic #mafiavibes #beats #producer #instrumental #urbanblues #gangster #underground #nightvibes #moodybeats #cinematicmusic #trapbeats #typebeat