[Verse] Cracked rim, rusted chain, stories hang like stains, Concrete jungle echoes with those unsaid pains. Used to chase the bounce, now I chase the sound, From hoops to hooks, that metal stands my ground. Streetlights flicker, shadows play the scene, Broken goals reformed into a voice machine. Every dent, every scar, got a tale to speak, This court’s alive, listen close, listen deep. [Pre-Chorus] Turn the broken into power, watch me rise, Where old dreams fade, new fire ignites. [Chorus] From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. [Verse] Echoes of bounce turned to beats that pound, I’m spitting truths where the ball once found ground. No net, no crowd, but the silence screams, My voice rebounds, shattering the dreams. Edge of dusk, shadows blend and sway, Metal grips tight as I pave my way. Court’s broken relic, now the stage I own, In every verse, reclaiming my throne. [Pre-Chorus] Turn the broken into power, watch me rise, Where old dreams fade, new fire ignites. [Chorus] From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. [Bridge] Rust to rhythm, steel to soul, Broken pieces made me whole. Courtyard echoes, listen close, From shattered hoops, the future grows. [Chorus] From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. From hoops to a mic stand, watch me command, This broken frame’s the heart of the land. Clip the beat tight, rhythm’s in my hand, From the cracked court, I’m making my stand. [Outro] Stand tall from the fall, I rewrite the plan, Broken hoop, new voice, here I am.