Iron in My Pocket (वर्ज़न 2)

Verse

Corner store receipt, coffee cup still warm

Three a.m. light, block still hummin' like an organ

Screen's locked, phone's dead, but my palms keep clenchin

Paper in the pocket where I used to hide my cash

Now it's a reminder of every dollar that wasn't wasted on the past

Every bill folded thick like armor at my spine

Went from hungry nights to eating at the counter now

Same streetlight flickers, different reason why I'm here somehow

City don't forget your name just 'cause you made the grade

Chorus

Iron in my pocket, that's the weight of every doubt

Kept my fists unbroken when the whole block was about to doubt me out

I ain't got a mansion yet but I got something that's worth more than gold

Ain't no crown in heaven if you wasn't hard before

Verse

Sweat on collarbone from a twelve-hour shift at the plant

Manager said

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