Title: “Grease Under My Halo”

Title: “Grease Under My Halo” [Intro] Yeah… Wrench talk. Midnight shop, one light flicker. [Verse 1] I was raised where the floor stay stained black, Chrome dreams hanging off a rusted jack. Hear the tick in the block like a clock on fate, Every knock in the motor say, “You’re too late.” Hands cut up but I never complain, Pain just torque that I channel through strain. Blueprint mind, I can see through steel, If it’s broke, I don’t panic — I diagnose the feel. Compression low? That’s a leak in trust. Too much heat? That’s a life combust. Timing off and the pistons collide, That’s what happen when ego drive. I done seen good engines seize from pride, Redlined hearts with nowhere to ride. Shop rag hanging out my back pocket, Dreams tuned up like a carburetor socket. [Hook] Grease under my halo, oil in my veins, I rebuild broken things, I don’t run from the flames. Every scar on my knuckles got a story to tell, I turn hell into horsepower, welcome to my cell. Yeah — I live by the wrench and the grind don’t stop, From the bottom of the block to the top of the shop. If it dies, I revive it — that’s mechanical faith, Born in the fire where the steel don’t break. [Verse 2] Shop door down, just me and the night, Socket set shining in fluorescent light. Hear that idle stumble? That’s fear in disguise, Every rattle got truth if you listen with your eyes. See life like a drivetrain scheme, Too much slack kill the whole routine. Alignment off, now you drift through days, Blame the road but it’s your own sway. I don’t swap parts just to cover the flaw, I tear it down to the crank and the core. Rebuild trust like a head gasket seal, Surface it clean so the pressure stay real. Overtight grip strip threads from hope, Too much force snap the strongest bolt. I learned patience from stripped-out screws, Sometimes you lose just to re-true. [Hook] Grease under my halo, oil in my veins, I rebuild broken things, I don’t run from the flames. Every scar on my knuckles got a story to tell, I turn hell into horsepower, welcome to my cell. Yeah — I live by the wrench and the grind don’t stop, From the bottom of the block to the top of the shop. If it dies, I revive it — that’s mechanical faith, Born in the fire where the steel don’t break. [Bridge – Slower] Rust creep quiet when you don’t maintain, Neglect a small crack, it become a chain. Oil your circle, keep friction low, Not everybody built for the road you go. Every engine got a breaking point line, Every man got a limit in time. Difference is — when we start to shake, I don’t fold… I calibrate. [Final Verse] Now I stand with a torque wrench crown, King of the lift when the sun go down. Not afraid of a blown-out start, I done rebuilt motors and my own heart. From scrap yard piles to a fresh repaint, From bent-up frames to a straight-line saint. You call it broken, I call it phase, Every teardown just rebirth days. So when life knock loud in your chest like ping, Don’t junk the dream — fix the timing. Steel don’t fear when the pressure engage, Real ones forged in a piston cage. [Outro Hook – Fading] Grease under my halo… oil in my veins… I rebuild broken things… through the smoke and the flames… Yeah… Wrench talk.