Keep On Moving

{"lyrics":"[intro]\nHey—oh—hey, hey (come on)\nLa-la, la-la, la (uh)\n\n[verse]\nGrit in my teeth and a neon-less dawn, I rise slow\nCoffee cold, same shirt, still got miles in my bones\nThe mirror says loud, but I answer in whispers (no-no)\nFeet on the floor, make a step, that's a little victory shown\nI hold the noise like a fist, let a little out — ah-ah\nScratch on a record, scream to the ceiling: I am here (I am)\nBroken chords on the radio stitch up the ache\nOne brick at a time, one laugh at a time, I levitate, yeah\n\n[pre-chorus]\nSmall lights in the dark, they flicker, then they stay\nI trade a shout for a thread, pull it through the fray (pull it)\nNot all fights need to be won tonight — breathe, breathe\nKeep the day in my hands and let the little things lead\n\n[chorus]\nWe keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving (keep on)\nHands up, head up, hold on—hold on—hold on (hold on)\nWe keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving (oh-oh)\nStep by step, yeah, step by step, we carry on (we carry on)\n\n[verse]\nSkate soles on the pavement, spit rhymes in the rain\nCount the cracks in the sidewalk like money in the drain\nI rap to the static, I rap to the streetlamp glow\nSaying the words out loud makes the dark learn to go\nTherapy in the alley — a melody and a pen\nCall a friend, leave a bar, let the line breathe again\nI box with my shadow but I don't fight it alone\nWe pass a bottle of beats, we swap scars for a tone\n\n[pre-chorus]\nTiny flags on a battlefield made for one\nPlant them in the rubble and say I did run (I did run)\nI honor the quiet, I honor the ache (honor the ache)\nI wear fragile like armor and I learn how to wake\n\n[chorus]\nWe keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving (keep on)\nHands up, head up, hold on—hold on—hold on (hold on)\nWe keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving (oh-oh)\nStep by step, yeah, step by step, we carry on (we carry on)\n\n[break]\n\n[verse]\n(rap) Yo —\nI wake with a weight but I lace it with rhythm, uh\nCount the breaths like coins, spend 'em on my system, ayy\nPages turn slow, but they turn, that's the mission\nScribble truth in margins, give my pain a prescription\n16 bars, no excuses, just confessions and motion\nSkrrt when I dodge the old scripts, new devotion (skrrt)\nI used to stay silent 'cause silence felt safer\nNow I shout on the corner, make noise like a breaker\nPhone light in the dark, thumbs hunting for proof (proof)\nIf you text me back, we'll trade wounds for the roof (roof)\nI learned to call the day out, give names to the grey\nSay, \"Hey, you don't get to live here all day\" (get out)\nStarted small — ten minutes walking, ten minutes not hating\nBuilt a route out of rhythm, the blocks keep rotating\nI fail, I stand, it's arithmetic, I compute\nSubtract the shame, add one friend, multiply the truth\nNo miracle cure, just practice like breath\nRepeat, repeat