[Verse 1] Yeah, I walk where the shadows won’t dare to speak, Crown of ashes, heavy head, I don’t bow to the weak. Concrete sermons, I baptize in b***d and dirt, Every verse is a curse, every rhyme gon’ hurt. My fists preach violence, my lungs spit w*r, My pen scribbles coffins, bodies stacked on the floor. A prophet with a pistol, choir built from screams, I sell nightmares raw — no refunds on dreams. I’m the filth in the system, the crack in the law, A judge with no mercy, a fist with no flaw. My scripture’s engraved in the wounds of the street, So I spit till the devil falls d**d at my feet. [Chorus] Crown of ashes, heavy lies, Bury me where silence cries. Broken voices, broken chains, Still I rise through smoke and flames. [Verse 2] I paint halos in gasoline, light ‘em on fire, Every saint I expose as a goddamn liar. I’m the sermon and the sinner, the bullet and the priest, A banquet of chaos where the d**d get to feast. Street gospel, written in venom and ink, Every rhyme’s a razorblade, sharper than you think. I’m the hunger in the gutter, the echo of rage, I carve my name bloody on society’s page. They call me monster, prophet, villain in disguise, I baptize in g*n smoke, a messiah that lies. No salvation in sight, no angels in mass, Just a kingdom of shadows and a crown made of ash. [Bridge] (Spoken with radio static effect) This ain’t no gospel of hope. This is the hymn of the hopeless. Where the broken drink b***d for communion. Where the choir sings with screams. [Chorus] Crown of ashes, heavy lies, Bury me where silence cries. Broken voices, broken chains, Still I rise through smoke and flames. [Adlibs] Every king bleeds red… Every crown burns black… This kingdom is mine… And I ain’t never givin’ it back. [Outro]