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Acoustic Son 1 by Bismark

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Acoustic Son 1

Acoustic

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on the corner where the streetlight coughs and fades,
my sneaker's sole remembers every midnight trade.
spray paint prayers on a concrete cathedral wall,
cold bench baptisms where the lost come to call.
pockets full of promises and one brass coin left,
a mentor said, "son, stitch your sorrow into steps."
pavement taught patience, grit taught me how to stand,
i learned to fold my failures into something i can hold in hand.
heartbeat like a metronome, steady, stubborn, slow,
turned late night whispers to a morning kind of glow.
doubt was heavy lead — i hammered it to wings,
rhythm in the rubble, the city taught me to sing.
believe — we rise, we won't back down,
believe — light the night, burn the doubt to ground.
from the cold bench to a window's holy flame,
we keep walking — call our name, stake our claim.
there was a winter wednesday, maple and third, neon thin,
a hand reached, said "get up, boy, let your real work begin."
left a stolen watch on the step, kept the lesson instead,
turned a scavenged prayer into the bread i fed.
scars read like maps, inked in ash and salt and truth,
every bruise a tutor, every stumble proof.
streetlight hymns, corner sermons in the rain,
i traded yesterday's shackles for tomorrow's chain.
breathe slow, count the cracks in the pavement like a psalm,
small rituals of rising keep the center calm.
a whispered mantra, a name spoken into skin,
faith isn't blind — it's the grit beneath the grin.
believe — we rise, we won't back down,
believe — light the night, burn the doubt to ground.
from the cold bench to a window's holy flame,
we keep walking — call our name, stake our claim.
raw energy like river water, carrying me clean,
real talk like a lighthouse cutting through the mean.
i stitched my hunger to a melody, braided silence into sound,
from alleys to altars, my two feet found the ground.
the turning point was small — a nod, a shove, a shared cigarette,
a line: "keep your light," and that was all the covenant i get.
believe — we rise, we won't back down,
believe — light the night, burn the doubt to ground.
hold tight to the corner where you first learned to fight,
keep that rust-streaked badge of honor in the morning light.
from street to spirit, from grit to grace i run,
i left my shadow at the corner — took the sun.
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