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Iron Stitch (Old School Oath) 1 by Night

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Iron Stitch (Old School Oath) 1

80S Old School Rap,Male Vocals

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Verse 1:
Corner stoop at midnight, busted chain, lamplight haze,
Mama’s rosary on the dash, sirens cut the pavement ways.
Hot breath from the subway vent, kids laughing, two cents short,
We trade favors, old cigs, and the last slice from the bodega court.
Graffiti names on the laundromat, our stories in the lint,
Old leather jacket folded up, where the iron stitch was pinned.
Eyes on the alley, neon flickers, the block sings in minor key,
Playin’ checkers with fate while the moon counts our enemies.
(Ad-lib: Yeah — feel that)
Hook (Rap-like):
Gang on my back, rain or red-and-blue flash — we don’t detach, uh
Iron stitch in the fold, keep us whole when the world tries to snap, yeah
Loyalty’s the ledger, every name carved, no scratch
We move like family — one heart, many scratches (whoo)
Verse 2:
Midnight bodega—slim bills, taped window, cold coffee steam,
Old man on the stoop sayin’ prayers for kids chasin’ bigger dreams.
Got a busted chain for proof, a subway token for trust,
Heard a whisper — lost a brother last winter, cold mist, hollow crust.
We patch flags on denim, thread with promises and scars,
Trading truths like mixtapes, counting constellations through bars.
Punchlines for the hustles, slant rhymes for the pain,
When the blue lights bloom, we know who stays, who ran in vain.
(Call-and-response: Who holds the line? — We do.)
Bridge (Vulnerability flip):
Remember Frankie on double shifts, heartbeat like a drum roll,
He paid his dues with laughter, left his name on a jailhole scroll.
I kept his hat on the shelf — his laugh hangs in my chest,
Iron stitch pulled tighter when there’s a hole in the nest.
I’ve lost sleep, lost weight, lost coins down the storm drain,
Loyalty costs more than pride — sometimes it’s blood, sometimes it’s pain.
Spoken (soft): “If one of us falls, the rest carry the echo.”
(Ad-lib: Hold him up — never let go.)
Verse 3:
We map the city in footsteps — burned toast, busted brakes,
Schoolyard whispers folded into plans nobody makes.
But we hustle with code, not just cash — that’s the doctrine,
A handshake at dawn, a lookout at dusk, keep the door when cops knock in.
Concrete roses on the stoop where the lost boys grew brave,
We bury shame in the gutter, plant respect in the grave.
Every alley’s a sermon, every scar a sermon’s verse,
We pay bills with vows — the currency of the cursed.
(Ad-lib: Uh — keep it tight)
Hook (Rap-like) — Version 2 (adds weight):
Gang on my back — rain or red-and-blue flash, we stand attached, uh
Iron stitch in the coat, keeps the cold from pry’n the patch, yeah
Names on my breath, faces on my palm, no match
We keep rollin’ forward — carry the load, black caps, no slack (whoo)
Verse 4:
Busted stoop confessions, alleys smell like old Sundays,
We pass plates of hope, pay for each other’s darker days.
One less at the table taught us how to sharpen the silence,
We learned to fold pain into plans, turned fear into defiance.
My signature’s a promise — inked under a city light,
Iron stitch in my
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