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Lyrics: [Intro] We came up carving verses Out of hunger, pain, and stone… Now the throne feels overcrowded By some kings with borrowed thrones. They forgot about the meaning — Left the message in the cold… But I never sold my soul… I just turned the flames To gold. came from back when you had to mean every word you said, When a verse was like a confession — not a brand deal in your head. Now it’s filters over feelings, rented cars and plastic crowns, Empty flexing in a loop Just to chase another sound. Back then you had to bleed for it, live for it, die for it, Now they ghost-write empty slogans and the crowd still cries for it. They never knew the grind — they never paid the dues, They just dance for every sponsor Like the art don’t mean a bruise. Everything’s about clout — numbers, optics, ads — They’ll sell out their own mother just to get another badge. And the fans eat it up like it’s gospel from the sky, While the truth sits in the corner Quiet, watching dreams die. I don’t hate the new — I just hate the lack of heart, When the whole damn industry Feels like one long shopping cart. Every song about nothing — fame, money, sex, drugs — But nobody talks about The price of what it does. [Hook] Turn the noise into a fire — Let the weak ones fade away… If the crown don’t fit their spirit Then it wasn’t theirs anyway. We were raised on truth and struggle, Not on lies that we were sold… So if the world forgets the meaning We’ll wear the ashes Like they’re gold. [Verse 2] I remember cyphers in the rain — notebooks full of scars, Battles on the corner long before the paid-for cars. You had to have a story — you had to carry pain, Now it’s punchlines with no heartbeat And a ghost behind the name. They act like icons after one halfway decent track, But their albums age like milk While the legends' songs come back. They don’t study, they don’t honor, they don’t sharpen up the craft — They just chase the algorithm Till the culture splits in half. They confuse attention with impact — Confuse noise with a voice — Confuse options with purpose — Confuse image with choice. But when the filters fall And the crowd moves on to new toys… Only truth survives The silence And the noise. And yeah — I’m still here. Still hungry. Still sharp. Still carving every syllable like scripture in the dark. If that makes me old-school? Good. Write it on the stone. ’Cause I’d rather be a legend Than a trend On someone’s phone. [Hook] Turn the static into thunder — Let the real ones break the mold… If the crown was forged in fire It belongs to hearts of gold. We were built on grit and meaning, Not the lies they try to fold… So if the world forgets the substance We’ll wear the ashes Like they’re gold. [Bridge] This ain’t hate… It’s disappointment. This ain’t anger… It’s truth. ’Cause the culture raised a kingdom — And they’re pawning Off the roof. But somewhere — In the shadows — There’s a kid who still believes… Writing rhymes inside a notebook With a fire Up his sleeve. [Final Verse] This is for the ones who never watered down the message, Who chose purpose over paychecks, mastered pain until it blessed us. This is for the ones who never bowed to every trend, Who would rather die a writer Than pretend Just to win. And when the lights cut off — when the gimmicks fade to black, When the numbers disappear and every chart resets to flat… You’ll see who really mattered By the echoes in the hearts — ’Cause real ones don’t retire… They become Living art. So let ’em chase the glitter — Let ’em drown inside the stream — We’ll be carving out the legacy They never Even dreamed. [Final Hook] Turn the speakers to the heavens — Let the truth reclaim the throne… If the crown was meant for greatness It will know Who takes it home. We were forged in something real — Not the lies they bought and sold… So when the smoke clears from the rubble We’ll wear the ashes Like they’re gold. [Outro] You can fake a lot of things… But you can’t fake soul. #new #music #ariasnation