**[Verse 1]**

*Streetlights paint your shadow on the cracked concrete,*

*A ghost in the beat, where the bass and the truth meet.*

*Your rhymes still echo through the project hallways,*

*King without a throne, but the crown never decays.*

*Smoke from the sewers, whispers in the night,*

*You spoke for the voiceless, turned wrongs into rights.*

*Brooklyn’s heartbeat skips, but your flow’s still strong,*

*Even angels quote your lines when the city plays your song.*

**[Chorus]**

*Brooklyn’s Crown — forever shines in the dark,*

*Your voice in the subway, your fire in every spark.*

*They’d sell their souls to walk a mile in your shoes,*

*But thrones ain’t inherited — they’re earned by the blues.*

**[Verse 2]**

*Ten crack commandments etched in the alley walls,*

*Luxury dreams, but the grind never stalls.*

*Stacey’s mom still cries, but the world vibes your pain,*

*You turned hunger into diamonds, every bar a bloodstain.*

*Paradise got a cypher, God nods to your verse,*

*While we light candles where the hearse reversed the curse.*

*Your laugh’s in the crackle of a dusty vinyl groove,*

*A prophet in a bomber jacket, teachin’ truths we can’t lose.*

**[Bridge]**

*The Lex coupe’s parked where the stars align,*

*Your voice on the block—a hymn, a warning sign.*

*If heaven’s got a radio, it’s stuck on your track,*

*And every rapper since just rhymes in your shadow’s black.*

**[Chorus]**

*Brooklyn’s Crown — forever shines in the dark,*

*Your voice in the subway, your fire in every spark.*

*They’d sell their souls to walk a mile in your shoes,*

*But thrones ain’t inherited — they’re earned by the blues.*

**[Outro]**

*The tapes keep spinnin’, your soul’s in the drum,*

*’Cause kings don’t fade—they become the rhythm the city hums.*

*Rest in beats, where the sky meets the street,*

*Your verses are the anthem every time the concrete speaks…*