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CHECKMATE (RECKONING & REVERIE) by Asat

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CHECKMATE (RECKONING & REVERIE)

Hip Hop

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I played my hand, you showed your true face, left me in the cold, left me out in the place.
Every move I make, every win I embrace, I rise from the dirt, checkmate, can't replace.
I played my hand, you showed your true face, left me where the lights don't trace, I flipped the loss, now I front the bay, I rise on my grind, checkmate, my place.
Cold porch, breath fog like confession, frozen nickel in my fist, I slept by the back gate, watched prison buses pass, my world missed, stomach hollow, pockets flatter than the promises they sold me.
I counted stars in city gutters, plotted plans when no one told me, you had that half-smile smirk, dangerous like a spring thaw, eyes that could fix a broken engine and make a stranger thaw.
I learned to gut a grief like a fish, fingers slick, taught myself to survive, dreamt of chickens and chico cheese, barefoot kids running wild nights, I almost froze, wrapped in hoodies, praying to a moon that didn't care.
Felt your absence like a missing rib, air too thin, I gasped for prayer, I scavenged warmth from cigarette tips, bartering secrets for bread.
Kept your voice in my pocket like a bulletproof thread, they said I was done, another cautionary tale on the block, but I baked diamonds from a pressure cooker.
Kept score, kept stock, I don't ask for mercy, I collect it like receipts, stack them neat, every scar a ledger line, every loss a lesson, every victory sweet.
Stars like medals count and breasts like foes, mine's a map of bullet holes but I still learn to float, you were my mirror crack but honest, showed me what I lack, I carried both our futures in my coat and the pockets on my back.
From frostbitten nights to the top, watch me climb, every tear a gemstone, every wound a crown, came up from ash, checkmate, I own this town.
Street chess, I move pawns into kings, I walk sermons in my brain, I turn hunger into hustle, use loneliness to carve my name, saw the guardhouse shadow when they shut those gates behind you.
I wrote my vows on a grocery list, prayed for pennies to find you, fingers numb on a thawed nickel, breath fog in the porch light glow, I learned to barter with the moon, traded promises for dough.
You taught kids how to gut a fish, that hands on pride, that grin, I replayed that in the cold, memories warped against the wind, they whispered chill fold, I folded paper money.
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