The Dead Wax Chronicles

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nDust motes dancing, the glow is advancing\nFlipping through stacks, the flow is enhancing\nSeven-inch circles, the stories on the flip\nWhere the gospel singers never lose their grip\nI see a name etched deep in the space\n"For Sarah, seventy-eight, with grace"\nA secret message in the run-out groove\nThe kind of spirit makes the mountain move\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWarm vinyl, cold street\nSoul samples, heavy beat\nHistory in the black gold\nStories waiting to be told\n\n[Chorus]\nPulse of the pavement in the press\nFinding beauty in the urban mess\nFrom the needle to the street\nWe keep the rhythm, avoid defeat\nDead wax chronicles, the city soul\nMaking every broken piece feel whole\n\n[Verse]\nPromo copy with a heavy water stain\nReminds me of the levies in the Jefferson rain\nHow the neighbors hauled the pianos to the top\nSinging till the rhythm made the thunder stop\nUpright bass walks, the talk of the brothers\nAlways keeping watch, looking out for others\nThe etching says "Keep the faith alive"\nThat’s how the spirit and the stores survive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWarm vinyl, cold street\nSoul samples, heavy beat\nHistory in the black gold\nStories waiting to be told\n\n[Chorus]\nPulse of the pavement in the press\nFinding beauty in the urban mess\nFrom the needle to the street\nWe keep the rhythm, avoid defeat\nDead wax chronicles, the city soul\nMaking every broken piece feel whole\n\n[Bridge]\nChop the sample, flip the script\nWhere the heavy memories dripped\nRewind the tape, let it knock\nHeartbeat of a forgotten block\nTurntable spins a holy ghost\nTo the ones who need it most\n\n[Verse]\nTwelve-inch with a cracked center\nWhere the new vibrations enter\nI wipe the grime off the track\nCommunity is fighting its way back\nWe are keepers of the flame\nGiving every ghost a name\nNeedle hits the end of line\nStatic sounds like something divine\n\n[Chorus]\nPulse of the pavement in the press\nFinding beauty in the urban mess\nFrom the needle to the street\nWe keep the rhythm, avoid defeat\nDead wax chronicles, the city soul\nMaking every broken piece feel whole\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSpin it back one time\nRead between the rhyme\nIn the dead wax\nWe find the facts\n\n[Outro]