[Intro]
(Soft voicemail sample: "Hey... it's been a while")
Low keys, distant rain, yeah
This one’s for Jahseh — echoes in the pain
[Verse 1]
Tattooed nights under late-night lights, scribbled verses on napkin fights
Cracked headphones, cassette tones, confession flows in midnight rites
Jahseh's confessions, lessons pressed in session, breathy breaths and clipped reflections
Beats like heartbeats, broken streets, melodies that held his infections
A kid with a crown heavy as regret, a voice that split the static, hard to forget
Flawed and fierce — his story split the streets, critics talk while fans press repeat
Ink and scars, scarred guitars, a mix of lullabies and battle bars
He painted grief in grayscale, then turned it gold beneath the studio stars
[Pre-Chorus]
Late-night tapes, voicemail fades, I keep the whisper lit
Scratched records, glass and regrets, his lines in my clenched fist
(Ad-lib: yeah) — tension rises
[Chorus]
X still speaks — through the pain we breathe
His voice won't die, it echoes underneath
(Ad-lib: echo...echo)
[Verse 2]
From raw screams to soft streams, swung between fury and fragile dreams
Syllables like seeds, planted deep in nights where no one hears the seams
Look at the headlines, judge the outlines — don't erase the songs inside the lines
He gave a map to the lost, a ladder made of rhymes to climb
Stuttered breaths, hurricane chests, honest flaws in neon nests
A prophet of the private war, telling truths nobody else confessed
Mixed messages in mixtapes, prayers scribbled over snares and breaks
He taught us how to carry storms, then showed how fragile a shelter's makes
[Pre-Chorus]
Voicemail hum, distant drum, my chest keeps time with his confide
Static calm, a weathered calm, that voice walks with me through the night
(Ad-lib: feel it)
[Chorus]
X still speaks — through the pain we breathe
His voice won't die, it echoes underneath
(Ad-lib: echo...echo)
[Bridge]
Not a saint, not just myth, a mirror with hairline cracks
Flawed and fierce, lessons pierced — learn without pretending facts
Hold the good, hold the grief, let both run through your veins
Take the light from the dark, let it guide you when it rains
(Spoken, low) Remember the lines, remember the fights — take what's honest, drop the fights that re-hurt
[Verse 3 — Reflection]
Quiet rooms, empty crowds, I play the tracks and hear him loud
A restless poet, tempered by the night, his truth a compass, never bowed
He asked us to feel, to kneel to reality, not pretend it's fine
To sit with scars, to learn those bars, to read the lines and find the sign
We keep the tape on repeat — for solace, for storm, for company when lonely streets call
His art is a lantern; his contradictions are shadows that teach us all
[Chorus — Final]
X still speaks — through the pain we breathe
His voice won't die, it echoes underneath
(Ad-lib: forever)
[Outro]
Rest in power, rest in ours — carry the message, carry the scars
Echoes of X in midnight cars, in cracked vinyl and open m-
