**[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…*