Fork in the 305

Name: Fork in the 305
Duration: 257 s
Description: Fork in the 305 by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “At the fork in the 305, no map, just the pain in my chest One road to the bag, one road to the man I…”

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Intro

Yeah... Standing at the fork... no signs... just the heat and the noise... 305, 954... you feel me?

Verse 1

I-95 traffic got me stuck in my head again Liberty City lights still calling me back to the block again Mama praying in the kitchen, shorty texting "where you at?" I got dreams bigger than Opa-Locka but the rent due on the 1st Running plays just to keep the lights on Or punch the clock downtown and pretend I'm living right, huh? Every choice feel like I'm cutting off a piece of myself But the mirror don't lie, I can't run from who I am, for real

Chorus

At the fork in the 305, no map, just the pain in my chest One road to the bag, one road to the man I ain't met yet Shorty pulling one way, pressure mounting, dreams dying slow Decisions cut deep like the knives in the 954 ride I gotta choose... I gotta choose... Before the crossroads choose me

Verse 2

Shorty got my heart in a chokehold, but her love feel like a trap Every "I love you" come with drama and a side of "where you at?" Family looking at me sideways like "you changing on us now?" But they don't see the nights I cried when the streets left me out Friends turning to strangers over nothing but a couple bands I lost my patna to the game, still feel the weight in my hands Love and loyalty clash like two cars on the Turnpike I gotta let some people go or lose the version of me I like

Verse 3

Money got me choosing between feeding my family or feeding my soul High rent in the hood got a youngin feeling like he selling his goals Doctor said the stress got my pressure through the roof But the streets don't care if my heart stop, they just want the proof Loss took my cousin, pills took my uncle, liquor took my pops I see the pattern but the system still got us in the box Every choice feel like a gamble with my life on the line But staying comfortable gon' kill me slower than the grind

Verse 4

Time slipping through my fingers while I'm scrolling on the 'Gram 954 to 305, same story, different jam Should I stay in the city where the heat got me molded Or pack up and chase dreams where the rent ain't so loaded? Every second on the clock is a decision in disguise I could waste it on the block or invest it in my rise Attention is the currency, where I spend it shapes the man Miami raised me tough, but the world waiting on my plans

Verse 5

At the end of the day I gotta stand on what I believe Even when the 305 heat make it hard to breathe Faith over fear, integrity over the easy route I choose growth over comfort, truth over clout No more running from the man in the mirror I see This the fork where I become who I'm supposed to be Pain made me, Miami shaped me, now it's time to move Crossroads in the 305... I choose me, I choose you

Chorus

Outro

305... 954... We all at the fork... Choose wise... or the streets choose for you...

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