Ashes Don’t Lie: Waning Moon Freestyle

I don’t need the whole light to still shine correct,

I be speakin’ like a vibe in a vinyl neck.

Every phase got a name, every burn got depth,

Left truth in the flame, now I rhyme what's left.

Let the beat breathe — let the pride uncoil,

I ain’t here to repeat, I’m here to recoil.

Peep the silence, that’s part of the soil,

Every real bloom got a trace of turmoil.

They only see power when you flash in gold,

But the lesson live deep in the ash and cold.

I ain’t here for the claps, I unfold, then fold,

Like stars in collapse, I explode, then mold.

Grew wings in the dark, now I glide on fumes,

Left a note in the spark for the ones in gloom.

I ain’t lost, I just move where the real ones bloom,

I be talkin’ to the moon like she still got room.

Final form, but the fire still flickin’,

Bars aged slow like ancestral kitchen.

This ain’t endin’, this just shiftin’ position,

Every fadeout a prelude to what’s risen.