Ghost Blueprint

[Verse 1]
The first crack in my foundation, you were the chisel's ghost,
Built this empire on a silence, where every echo cost.
Overgrown memories in an empty tenement's dust,
Now concrete geometry, born from a desperate trust.

[Chorus]
That phantom blueprint, etched on my soul so deep,
A skyline of ambition, secrets the shadows keep.
Mi vacío, mi fuel, the rhythm I could hold,
From the hum of the city, a story to unfold.

[Verse 2]
Walk these Washington Heights streets, past bodega lights' gleam,
Remember Santo Domingo breezes, a bittersweet dream.
Your absence an edifice, stark against the urban haze,
But within its hollowed walls, I found strength for brighter days.

[Chorus]
That phantom blueprint, etched on my soul so deep,
A skyline of ambition, secrets the shadows keep.
Mi vacío, mi fuel, the rhythm I could hold,
From the hum of the city, a story to unfold.

[Bridge]
Some see decay, I see vestiges, a quiet energy,
Every void a new beginning, a possibility.
This public facade, built brick by brick, strong and true,
But the private self remembers, the space left by you.

[Outro]
That hum, it breathes, it pulses, a ghost blueprint's grace.
My architecture of being, taking its rightful place.