(Intro)
Late-night hum, broken neon, pages folded tight,
Clock ticks like a metronome, I sharpen words into light.
(Verse 1)
Corner bench, cold bench, cigarette ash on my jeans,
Handwritten rhymes stained with coffee, half-formed dreams.
Broken stage lights flash like lightning in my palm,
I stitch syllables to armor, hustle to stay calm.
Every bar’s a shard — sharp, cuttin’ through the gray,
Shards of glory in the gutter where I used to pray.
Internal echoes, mama warned me 'bout the fast lane,
Now I flip the fast pain into a fast fame refrain.
Multisyllable muscles, cadence built on late nights,
I trade lullabies for punchlines and fluorescent fights.
(Pre-Chorus)
Feet on cracked pavement, heartbeat like a snare,
Breath fogs the alley—this city knows my prayer.
I pick up the pieces, tempo shifts, ready to ignite,
Tension in the silence—watch me turn the dark to light.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shards of glory, I light up the dark,
Pen cuts the quiet, leaves a permanent mark.
From broken corners to stages in flight,
Shards of glory — I own the night.
(Verse 2 — Switch the flow, triplet feel)
Triple time, quick lines, spit the climb, tighten the seam,
Spent rent, busted phone, but I keep crafting the dream.
Doubters in the doorway, whispers like a cold rain,
I count scars like commas, commas in my gain.
Punchline: I turned loose change into a loose-leaf prophecy,
Wrote my name on napkins, now the crowd recites the odyssey.
Grit in my vowels, grit in my consonant kicks,
I wrestled check stubs, turned them into lyric licks.
Raw couplet — I slept on floors that a king wouldn't choose,
Now my shadow's on marquees and my chorus pays the dues.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hands on the notebook, rhythm in my throat,
Every line's a rescue rope, every rhyme a coat.
Pressure forged a lens in which my vision got right,
I aim steady, breathe slow—watch me break the night.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shards of glory, I light up the dark,
Pen cuts the quiet, leaves a permanent mark.
From broken corners to stages in flight,
Shards of glory — I own the night.
(Bridge)
Remember the late calls, the landlord's cold knock,
Remember the silence before the studio clock.
Now the vanity lights flicker like answers to a prayer,
I keep the ledger of losses; they taught me how to care.
Not naive—I've bled for every applause I get,
Turned rejection into rhythm, regret into a vignette.
This is gratitude with teeth; this is grace with grit,
Every shard a memory, every memory a hit.
(Verse 3 — Graceful, reflective, then sting)
I rap for the kid with torn sneakers by the subway tile,
For mothers counting minutes, for fathers who lost a smile.
I lace metaphors with mercy, metaphors with muscle,
Punchlines land like hammers, build a future from the tussle.
Confessional quick: I owed fear a farewell, not a home,
Packed it in a bar, shipped it off in a chrome tone.
Mic checks like pulse checks — I measure what I mend,
The streets taught survival; the stage taught me to ascend.
(Chorus / Hook — Final, with lift
