(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Rain keeps falling on Small Heath Street, Neon crying under tired old feet, Whiskey talking louder than friends, Every promise breaks in the end. Ashtray full of yesterday’s lies, Broken dreams in brown glass eyes, Clock keeps laughing, slow and mean, Another night trapped in between. (Pre-Chorus) Mama said, “Boy, don’t lose your soul,” But the world keeps charging its toll. (Chorus) I walk alone through smoke and sound, No saviors left in this broken town, Love don’t wait and hope don’t stay, They pack their bags and fade away. If I fall, I fall on my feet, With rain on Small Heath Street. (Verse 2) Suit still clean but the heart’s in war, Every handshake hides a score, They smile wide, I count the cost, Trust is cheap, respect is lost. Photographs in dusty frames, All these faces, all these names, They knew me once before the crown, Before the nights started breaking me down. (Pre-Chorus) Every king learns how to bleed, Every promise plants a seed. (Chorus) I walk alone through smoke and sound, No saviors left in this broken town, Love don’t wait and hope don’t stay, They pack their bags and fade away. If I fall, I fall on my feet, With rain on Small Heath Street. (Bridge – Slow / Emotional) If love was gold, I’d still be poor, Spent it all behind closed doors, Every kiss was borrowed time, Every sin felt so divine. Now the mirror knows my name, Knows my scars, knows my shame, Still I rise, still I breathe, Still I carry what I need. (Verse 3) Bar’s closing down, sun’s too shy, Another truth I won’t deny, I built empires out of pain, Learned to dance inside the rain. Friends turned stories, stories turned dust, All that’s left is grit and trust, No regrets I can’t defend, Every loss taught me how to stand. (Pre-Chorus) No crown fits without a fight, No peace comes without the night. (Chorus – Strong) I walk alone through smoke and sound, No saviors left in this broken town, Love don’t wait and hope don’t stay, They pack their bags and fade away. If I fall, I fall on my feet, With rain on Small Heath Street. (Outro – Half Tempo) Let it rain… Let it burn… Every scar is a lesson learned. No excuses. No retreat. Just rain… on Small Heath Street.