Intro
Fog sits low where the overpass drips slow
Old chalk gone to rust, but the message still shows
Rebar cold as knuckles pressed against stone
Every mark down here was written by somebody who's gone
Verse
Wexler wore three coats, all newspaper-lined
Taught me overpass scripture, written in chalk and grime
Triangle chalked white means the concrete's dry and clear
X in red means the yard bull's circling near
Circle with a dot, there's bread behind the beam
Dash through a diamond means the water ain't clean
He carved his mark with a nail, not a spray can's hiss
Said legends don't need light, just a place that they exist
Fourteen winters old, cardboard soaked to the bone
Watched him read the pillars like a language of his own
Said a false mark gets a drifter killed by first frost
Every symbol on that wall was a warning that cost
Coupling pin took two fingers off his left hand
Still he chalked his numbers steady, still could understand
Said the rail don't forgive but the wall remembers true
Taught me survival's a language, and I'm fluent too
Chorus
Runes under the overpass, read before you rest
Every mark's a debt got paid, every scar's a test
Some men leave a name, I leave a sign instead
Read the wall right, you rise — read it wrong, you're dead
Verse
Now I'm grown, chalk turned to ink on a page
Still marking triangles where the young ones cage
Traded boxcars for booth time, same cold math
Every hook's a symbol pointing back to that path
Label came sniffing, tried to paint their own sign
Told 'em the wall's mine, the language ain't for rh