Déjà vu on this stadium stage,

crowd lightning in my veins, same roar, new age.

Jay in all black, crown tilted low,

I spin in sequin moonlight—where we been, we glow.

Brass hits like echoes of every last goodbye,

but your hand in the small of my back says “not tonight.”

Horns scream, bass purrs, that old sugar rush—

every note a repeat, every kiss a first crush.

We never left, we just kept rising,

higher, higher, encore thundering.

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I’m back on the block where the ghosts still haunt

cracked concrete, spray-painted dreams

mamma’s porch light hummin’ like a hymn

I’m the prodigal son with a Grammy in my backpack

still duckin’ sirens, still breathin’ in wet paint fumes

every corner’s a chorus, every bruise a bassline

tell the skyline I never left, I just grew

Chicago water in my veins, cold like the truth

Martin sing the hook—let the lake cry for me

I’m home, I’m whole, I’m holy, I’m broke, I’m free