[Verse] I trade my soul for canvas, ink and time, Selling dreams on corners, every line’s a rhyme. No gallery’s door, no VIPs to call, Just the bus stop echo where my pride falls. A cold wind hums through the alley’s sigh, Each print a piece of me that’s passing by. My voice, a whisper, low and raw, But still I spit, I still am law. [Pre-Chorus] They walk fast, eyes down, no time to see— But when they pause, they feel the weight of me. [Chorus] Hustle art, no stage, just pavement and flame, Every word I write is a heartbeat, a name. I’m selling my pain in frames they don’t own, A quiet storm in a city of stone. Yeah, I’m out here, just rapping to the sky— My truth’s the only sale I can’t deny. [Verse] I’ve got a handprint on a wall I can’t erase, Love letters drawn in black, no use to replace. The street’s a stage with no applause, But my breath still carries what I’m trying to cause. I used to paint by the light of a window, Now I’m a ghost with a mic I’m holding. No crew, no name, just the moon and the rain, But I’m here, still writing—staying the same. [Pre-Chorus] They walk fast, eyes down, no time to see— But when they pause, they feel the weight of me. [Chorus] Hustle art, no stage, just pavement and flame, Every word I write is a heartbeat, a name. I’m selling my pain in frames they don’t own, A quiet storm in a city of stone. Yeah, I’m out here, just rapping to the sky— My truth’s the only sale I can’t deny. [Bridge] Maybe one day my name’ll be on a wall, Not just a shadow, not just a call. But till then, I’ll whisper to the light, Let my words be the spark through the night. No spotlight, no fame, just a breath, a line— Even if no one hears, I still try to shine. [Chorus] Hustle art, no stage, just pavement and flame, Every word I write is a heartbeat, a name. I’m selling my pain in frames they don’t own, A quiet storm in a city of stone. Yeah, I’m out here, just rapping to the sky— My truth’s the only sale I can’t deny. [Outro] Hustle art… just rapping to the sky… My truth’s the only sale… I can’t deny.