TIN BOX

[Verse 1]
Thermos in the dented side, winter '09 snap-back,
Got your tin box sitting on the new kitchen rack.
It don't smell like weld-smoke and stale coffee no more,
Just the cold latch under my thumb, same as before.
I scrubbed out the rust stains, the ghost of your handprint,
tryna make it architecture, not some accident.
They want a sad story, a foundation that's cracked,
I just hear the hollow sound when I knock on the back.

[Chorus]
Tin box, tin box, heavy on the countertop.
Hear the echo when I drop it, ain't no fakin' when it knocks.
Tin box, tin box, heavy on the countertop.
The sound is all I got left, the sound is all I got.

[Verse 2]
He said, "Kai, that MPC is your crane-lift out."
Pointed at the grid map, explained the whole route.
From the Gary mills humming to the Pilsen L-train,
same industrial rhythm singing in my damn brain.
Built a whole new framework, poured the concrete myself,
Left your scuffed-up legacy there on the top shelf.
It ain't holding sandwiches, it's holding the proof,
just a rivet-popped handle hanging off of the truth.

[Bridge]
(Yeah)
(Still here)
(Uh)
(Same weight)
(Cold steel)
(Let it drop)
(Don't touch it)
(Right there)

[Outro]
The latch is still cold.
Still clicks when it locks.