Turn That Page — DmitriiK

Текст песни

Bus pass bent, rain on my sleeve,
I learned which promises not to believe.
Corner-store glass caught the dawn in a crack,
I kept my chin up and my whole crew's back.
They said, “Know your place,” like the place was assigned,
I took that page, drew a door in the line.
One hard break, then I stepped through the frame,
No borrowed crown, I put work on my name.

I don't fold, I don't wait for a sign,
Turn that page, make the next move mine.
If the road gets steep, I still run it straight,
Came in with the odds—I leave a winner at the gate.

Old coat, fresh plans, coins in a jar,
Night shift ended with the first blue car.
My sister said, “Keep your word, keep your nerve,”
So I gave what I could and I took what I earned.
No silk-rope shortcut, no seat saved for me,
Just a scuffed-up map and a sharp memory.
They can talk from the curb; I got miles to deliver,
Built my own name with a steady hand, never a quitter.

I don't fold, I don't wait for a sign,
Turn that page, make the next move mine.
If the road gets steep, I still run it straight,
Came in with the odds—I leave a winner at the gate.

One break, one page, one choice, one stride,
I brought my people; we rise side by side.