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À propos de Ledger of Old Kings
« Ledger of Old Kings » est une chanson sombre du genre trap, signé Young Ferris (2:32, chanté en anglais). Ce titre fait partie du catalogue de WeavyAudio et est sous licence pour une diffusion dans les cafés, restaurants, salles de sport, commerces et autres établissements.
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Crédits
- Artiste
- Young Ferris
- Genre
- Trap
- Ambiance
- Sombre
- Durée
- 2:32
- Voix
- anglais
- Licence
- Sous licence pour les établissements
Mots-clés
- rap
- Aggressive hip hop / trap banger with male vocals; menacing synth lead over punchy low-end
- rapid-fire hats and snapping snares
- Verses stay sparse and dry for tight
- percussive bars; choruses swell with blown-out bass
- layered gang chants
- and widened stereo
- Breakdown sections drop to almost acapella with faint synth drones
- then slam back in with an even heavier
- saturated mix and extra risers
- hip hop
- rapid
- raw
- vocal
Ajouté il y a 2 mois · 27/08/2026 · sous licence pour une diffusion dans les établissements
Paroles· suivent l’audio
Ledger of Old Kings – paroles
Intro
Grandmother kept the ledger in a mason jar of ash
Names of men who didn't make it past the factory gate
Some men leave a will, some men leave a scar
I keep the receipts written in their blood and sweat
Verse 1
Third shift, five a.m., the furnace mouth still breathing
Daddy's hands were leather, knuckles split and grieving
Forty years the same machine, the same relay, the same burn
Said the company don't count you till the day you don't return
Ledger in his locker—no, ledger in his bones
Every overtime a transaction, every scar a loan
Uncle Ray lost half a thumb to the press in '84
Came back Tuesday morning like the debt was never more
Mama kept his photograph beside the kitchen sink
Said survival ain't the story, it's the price we never think
I was seven when I learned the arithmetic of pain
Add the hours, subtract the fingers, multiply the strain
Grandfather's generation dug the tunnel under steel
Left their names in concrete so the city's built to feel
We inherit more than trauma—we inherit how to stand
When the ledger's written in the ash of your own hand
Chorus
We don't keep the gold, we keep the ledger
Every name, every scar, we remember
The cost is the crown and the crown is the cost
We don't keep the gold, we keep the ledger
Verse 2
At the gate they count the bodies, not the men that carried them
Twenty years I watched the roster shrink and no one said a thing
Tommy took a chemical that ate his lungs from in
Silent compensation, quiet, just a manila file and pen
I was old enough to know the game before I played it
Clocked in at the loading dock, my hands already fated
First week I carved a mark into the timber of the dock
Every day another notch, a private ticking clock
The foreman said don't get attached, they're just positions
Not lives, not names, not sons with their own ambitions
But I keep the ledger anyway, it's written in my stride
It's written in the way I walk, the way I earned my pride
Sister went to college on the overtime he bled
Said she'd break the cycle, leave the factory for dead
But she called me on her birthday, said she sees his face
In every spreadsheet, every graph, every boardroom space
The ledger follows forward, it don't stay behind
It's the inheritance of knowing what it costs to climb
Chorus
We don't keep the gold, we keep the ledger
Every name, every scar, we remember
The cost is the crown and the crown is the cost
We don't keep the gold, we keep the ledger
Verse 3
Now I'm teaching my son the language of the line
How to read the ledger written in the rust and time
Not to glorify the suffering, but to honor what they gave
Not to worship at the altar of the grave
But to understand that survival is a craft
That the strong aren't born, they're built from their last gasp
The ledger ain't a burden that we pass from hand to hand
It's a map of who we are, it's the truth of where we stand
Every name a cornerstone, every scar a testimony
That we didn't break when breaking was the prophecy
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Versions de cette chanson
- Ledger of Old Kings (cet enregistrement)
- Ledger of Old Kings (version 2)
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