Silver Сhains

She wanted gold… she got chains She wanted thrones… she got pain Silver dreams turned to silver chains Ain't nobody coming Nobody knows her name Little girl in a little town, big dreams, big crown Wanted the purse heavy, wanted the wheels round Wanted the diamond necklaces touching the ground Wanted the penthouse, wanted the loud sound Mama said baby you dreaming too wild Papa left early — never saw him smile She kept the vision, kept it locked in her file Every night praying, running that mile She was fifteen, shining like a knife Cut through the struggle, cut through the life Boys on the block said she'd be somebody's wife She said nah — I'll be somebody with the ice Met a man with a suit and a rented Benz Said he could get her where the money begins Handed her a drink, handed her a grin That's the last thing — that's where the story spins She wanted silver, she got silver chains Wanted the fortune, got the darkest flames Wanted the kingdom, got the locked-up cage Wanted the spotlight, got the unseen stage Silver chains… silver chains Everything she wanted came with a darker name Woke up cold on a concrete floor Door locked, no window, no view no more Voices in the hallway speaking a foreign tongue Body numb, mind running, nowhere to run She count the days by the cracks in the wall Summer to winter, winter to fall They took her name, they took her all Now she answering to every single call Back in the city, boy on the same block Heard she vanished, heard she stopped He kept the flyer with her face in his sock Walking through the rain like a ghost in the fog He said she was a star, said she was a flame Now nobody whispering, nobody saying her name The same streets that she used to claim Swallowed her whole, and nobody's to blame They sell dreams in the daylight Take souls in the midnight She was a candle — they blew out the light Silver chains gleaming in the pale moonlight She fight. She fight. She fight every night But the walls don't move and the silence bites Boy on a mission, boy on a hunt Looking for answers, looking for front Knocking on doors that don't want to talk Walking through cities, running from cops He found a number, found a name Found the address where they keeping the chains He kicked the door — there she was Eyes empty, wrists cut Silver chains on the floor like blood He said I'm here now, I'm here now Silver chains on the floor Not the kind she asked for Not the kind she prayed for She wanted the throne She got the chains But he came back He came back