Notebook Full of Static (versione 2)

Intro

Static on the tape, but the pen still bleeds

Nine years scribbling proof for the ones who need

Turn the page

Verse

Corner store lightbulb flickering slow

Same block, same coat, same wind, same snow

Wrote sixteen bars on a receipt one time

Cashier said "you rap?" I said "nah, I climb"

Every ladder that they built was missing rungs

Had to weld my own steps out of stolen tongues

Static in the notebook, pages soaked in rain

Every drop a memory, every line a stain

Uncle said "you dreaming" while he poured his cup

Told him watch the seeds grow, watch the fence get jumped

Ran the block at midnight, sneakers thin as thread

Filled a hundred pages while the doubters read

Nothing, just silence, just a shrug, a smirk

Now the same mouths asking how the ghost got work

I don't chase the echo, I become the sound

Static clears to signal when the truth gets found

Chorus

They said it wouldn't work, said it wouldn't stick

Notebook full of static, now it's paying quick

Every page a promise that I had to keep

Doubt was just the soil where the proof took seed

Verse

Bus stop bench, I wrote through broken glass

Streetlight buzzing amber like a held-up flask

Cousin pawned his headphones, said "you're wasting ink"

Now he's asking how I built this from the brink

Static was the static of a stalled-out car

Engine coughing embers till it found its spark

Every skeptic's sentence was a verse I stole

Turned their punctuation into paragraphs of gold

Momma kept the pages that I almost tore

Said "the static's just the sound before the roar"

Grinding through December, fingers cracked and raw

Wrote a hundred failures till I wrote the law

Now the block that laughed is bumping what I made

Same mouths that doubted humming every phrase

Static was the tuning, now the station's clear

Every ghost that haunted me is cheering from the rear

Chorus

They said it wouldn't work, said it wouldn't stick

Notebook full of static, now it's paying quick

Every page a promise that I had to keep

Doubt was just the soil where the proof took seed

Bridge

Funny how the silence taught me how to speak

Funny how the coldest winters made the fire keep

I don't need the crowd to tell me who I am

Static was my witness, now the truth's the plan

Every "you'll fail" got folded into fuel

Every closed door taught me how to build my own tool

Outro

Notebook's full, static's gone, signal's clean

Same block watching now, they know just what I mean

Turn the page, close the book, this the proof I bring

Static made the silence learn to sing