[Intro]
(Ad-libs: Yeah — Ked! — Uh!)
Neon stitches on my sleeve, city hum under the moon,
Keddy tightens laces on the stoop at 2 AM — he moves.
(Whisper) Run the night, light the flame.
[Verse 1]
Mama left a folded letter in my back pocket like a map,
Receipt of fights I paid in sweat, corners where I sharpened facts.
Steel bench at 7th and Marlow, we counted wins in cigarette butts,
Old mixtape on loop, '92 scratches, vinylcuts — trust.
From the basement to placement, placement to pavement,
Every statement's pavement — multisyllable arrangements.
Ked got a ritual: blow out a candle, call his aunt before the show,
Blue bandana rolled tight, breath steady — tempo low.
City catalogues our scars, but we curate the art,
Keddy writes in margins, every margin's a new start.
(Ad-libs: Come on!)
[Pre-Chorus]
When the block speaks in static and the skyline feels thin,
He rewires the logic — rewinds pain, lets the next take in.
Hear the pulse under the floorboards, the clock in the hood,
Keddy moves like prophecy — slow, lethal, good.
[Chorus — Hook (Earworm)]
Run the night, light the flame — Keddy don't fold, Keddy stays in the game. (Ked!)
Run the night, light the flame — Keddy don't fold, Keddy stays in the game. (Say my name)
[Verse 2]
Night-shift lamp flicks like Morse on his face,
He trades a worn-out sneaker for a section on the bass.
No more generic lines — he crafts verbs into verbs of motion,
From stoop sermons to stage sermons, we heal the commotion.
He stacked keys like dominoes — small wins, chain reaction,
From unpaid rent notes to paid-in-full satisfaction.
Concrete prayers sewn in seams, neon stitches on his coat,
He'll tell you he ain't lucky — he's just kept the oath.
Internal rhymes cascade: placement, basement, arrangement,
Keddy shapes a path with cadence — deliberate engagement.
(Ad-libs: Let's go — yo!)
[Pre-Chorus — Variation]
When doubt creeps soft in the midnight thread,
He fingers the scar on his palm — remembers what he said.
Quiet the noise, calibrate the aim, index the flame,
Keddy's pulse picks tempo — he moves, he reclaims.
[Bridge — Vulnerable, Sparse]
(Beat strips, room for breath)
I miss the nights I couldn't call my name aloud.
I miss the nights I traded sleep for another vow.
(Beat holds)
Sometimes the skyline felt like someone else's dream.
Sometimes I woke up, couldn't tell where I begin.
[Beat-drop — Production Note]
(808 hits — snare snaps — crowd prep)
(Call-and-response: "Ked!" — "Ked!" / "Who stays real?" — "Keddy stays real!")
[Final Chorus — Exploded]
Run the night, light the flame — Keddy don't fold, Keddy stays in the game. (Ked, Ked!)
Run the night, light the flame — Keddy don't fold, Keddy stays in the game. (Hands up — say my name!)
Run the night, light the flame — Keddy don't fold, Keddy stays in the game. (Ad-libs: Whoa — whoa!)
[Outro]
Neon stitches fade but the ember don't quit,
Keddy's name on the corner — tag on every bit.
From the bench at 7th to the lights on the stage,
Running smoothly,K