[Intro ] 808 knock — bass like a heartbeat, lights down low Harley breathes chrome, midnight riverside glow Glass on the county steps, my shadow on the wall Nick T in the saddle — watch the night recall [Verse 1] Life what is life? A broken clock and broken glass (10) Born '91, sick world — first memories of ash (10) Crack-house curtains, foster beds where I learned to clasp (11) Only fists, only teeth, only grief to hold my past (11) Riverside heat, group-home floors with mold and rust (11) Eight-year chokehold — taught to move quick or get dust (11) Punk kid looked sideways, I answered with steel and thrust (11) Survival hollered louder — teach a heart to never trust (11) Fifteen iron doors, five years where the nights were long (12) First time took a life — felt a cold, permanent wrong (12) Blood on concrete, hands slick — now that memory's song (12) Glass on the county steps, shadow stretched and strong (12) [Pre-Chorus ] Cell-cinder on my tongue, iron sings against my teeth (12) Riverside porchlight flicker — secrets underneath (12) [Chorus ] 808 knock — feel the ground (6) Harley roar — I run this town (7) Tag: Nick T don't fold — from steps to rooftop crown (11) [Verse 2] Cold cement, breath fogged on the window of a cell (11) Street sermons at midnight, men carving out their hell (11) Lost boys in a row, every face with a story to sell (12) I learned to count scars like receipts, ledger of where I fell (13) Daddy’s shadow smelled of smoke, crack-scent in his coat (11) One week to say hello — then a coffin and that note (11) Alabama lines swallowed me, another county throat (11) Back in iron rhythm, muscle, hustle — keep the boat afloat (12) Harley dreams between my ribs, chrome whisper through the pain (12) Bass like a heartbeat, 808 telling where I came (12) Now I ride with a roar, hospital lights in my brain (12) Glass on county steps, my name carved in rain (11) [Pre-Chorus ] Iron taste, mouth full of dust, night taught me to move (11) Riverside nights, cracked lights — nothing left to prove (10) [Chorus ] 808 knock — feel the ground (6) Harley roar — I run this town (7) Tag: Nick T don't fold — I shake blocks, I hold the crown (11) [Bridge — melodic half-sung, layered doubles] (Harley sample: low rumble, gated through reverb) They told me be strong or be gone — I chose the long road home (13) Pitch-down double: "long road" (ad-lib: uh, yeah) Half-sung: I saw blood, I swallowed night, I learned to build a throne (13) Pitch-up ad-lib: "ride out" — let the 808 moan (Production cue: sparse 808 + distant Harley loop, hi-hats stutter, pitched-down vocal chop repeating "ride out") [Verse 3 — sharpened imagery & internal rhyme] County porch light flickers — warning in an orange haze (12) Concrete remembers footprints, every fight, every praise (12) Blood dried like lacquer, iron tasted like brine and blaze (13) Glass glints on the guardrail where I counted up the days (12) Receipts of late nights, ledger of loss, ledger of names (12) Each,