Worn-out boots, white tee Sun hits hard on the hood My sound comes from dry land But the city lights feel rude Learned young from twisted winds That success don't ask to stay I mix dirt roads with neon signs Turn old roots into today Never fit the shape they drew Never played the part they want I walk the line between the beat And the fields where I come from I'm from asphalt and dust From the streets to the ground My rhythm crosses borders Can't be locked, can't be bound If the world tries to slow me down I just push, no delay Pop in my head, roots in my feet I ride my own way Old radio on the counter Laptop riding shotgun While they sell pretty lies I turn pain into something Don't need crowns or fake applause Or promises I can't see My empire's built in silence When the day's just me and me They laugh now, don't get it yet Every doubt will fade with time The unlikely when it stays Always learns how to climb I'm from asphalt and dust From the streets to the ground My rhythm crosses borders Can't be locked, can't be bound If the world tries to slow me down I just push, no delay Pop in my head, roots in my feet I ride my own way It ain't about running away It's about never asking to play I carry yesterday with me But tomorrow answers my name From asphalt and dust I move true, never fake If a door slams shut on me I'll find another way Pop on top, fire inside My name carved in the way Between the past and what's next I ride my own way