165，夜在燒，

我數(shù)著街燈像數(shù)著刀，

血里的節(jié)拍，心跳在敲，

每一聲都是回不去的號(hào)。

煙在飛，夢(mèng)在墜，

我把名字寫進(jìn)灰，

165，靈魂太貴，

賣給了回聲，換不回一句退。

Tha blessin’ rain down like sparks off the blade,

Darkblaze talkin’—the gutter became a cathedral.

Every scar scripture, every breath a bar,

Maliek walk through fire, soles still cold as tomorrow.

Momma’s prayer echo, bounce off the project steel,

Turn loss to a lesson, then weapon the lesson to meals.

I was ghost in the mist, now I host in the midst,

Count sins like math, let the bass cleanse the myth.

From curb to the cosmos, wings made of woes,

Still I rise, still I rhyme—blessin’ overload.