[Verse] I’m the voice behind the corners, shadows in the night, Spinnin’ tales of glory, struggles, wrong and right. Every crack and sidewalk, every faded street, I paint the block’s saga with a rhythm and beat. Grainy lows in my tone, alto-baritone flow, Fast kicks on the pocket, watch the story grow. From the tales of old times to the dreams we chase, I’m the block’s best storyteller, time can’t erase. [Pre-Chorus] But sometimes I get caught in my own parade, Lines blur together, memories start to fade. [Chorus] Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. [Verse] Faces roll like film reels, flashing scenes so quick, Moments I narrated, now they start to slip. Played the streets like a beat, spun yarns night and day, But the final verse? Man, it’s slipping away. Fast lines, playful swings, I stay sharp, no doubt, Yet the ending’s a puzzle I’m still trying to figure out. A legend in the making, but I’m stuck in the past, Writing stories for the block, hoping they’ll last. [Pre-Chorus] But sometimes I get caught in my own parade, Lines blur together, memories start to fade. [Chorus] Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. [Bridge] Maybe the story’s live, maybe it’s never done, The block’s a living canvas, painted by the sun. I’m just a voice recording what I see and feel, The past and future blurring—what’s the real deal? [Chorus] Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. Lost in my story, forgot my own end, A poet on the block, but can’t comprehend. The chapters I’m living, the script I pretend, I’m the storyteller who forgets how it bends. [Outro] Tales keep rollin’, block keeps spinnin’ round, I’m here telling stories, even when endings’re unfound.