ASHES ON THE LEDGER

Verse 1 I keep my books clean but my ashtray dirty Same hands count cash that rolled that thirty City move fast but I move sturdy Don’t trust smiles that come too early Seen contracts turn into cages Seen talent stuck in corporate stages That’s why I build from basement pages Independent mind, no rented wages Yeah I smoke while I write these bars Not for trend, not for stars Just to quiet old mental scars Left from nights inside squad cars We was young, thought fast meant winning Quick flips, fast cash, wrong inning Couple homies still stuck sinning White lines and cheap gin spinning Hook Roll one slow, let the pressure fade Smoke curl up while the debt get paid Gelato Glow Records, no debts unpaid We built this lane, no help, self made Verse 2 I don’t glorify powder dreams Seen too many hollow schemes Seen mothers cry at hospital scenes Over sons lost chasing fiend regimes So I stick to leaf and minor chords Guitar crying like open wounds Kick drum knock like heavy doors Bassline hum like distant storms Roll One & Chill, that’s how we operate Slow burn sessions, never second rate No algorithm dictate fate We craft each sound with weight Bridge Ashes fall on the ledger page Profit small but the soul engaged Rather free than a golden cage Music aged like bourbon sage Verse 3 Studio light low, mic warm Outside chaos, inside calm I don’t fold in the market storm I bend but never transform If they ask what we stand for Truth in sound, nothing more Gelato Glow Sessions open door For those who never fit mainstream decor Outro I exhale heavy, room go still Life ain’t sweet but the vibe got skill We don’t chase hype, we build real One more spark, one more deal