# Run The Beads — Lyrics

**Artist:** Jay Bead feat. Beadhanna
**Track:** Run The Beads
**Length target:** 3:50–4:20

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TITLE: Run The Beads
ARTIST: Jay Bead feat. Beadhanna

[INTRO — lone marching tom, distant crowd chant, ~12 bars]
(Hey— hey— hey—)
(Light it. Hold it high.)
(Jay Bead… Beadhanna… tonight.)

[HOOK — Beadhanna, big, defiant]
We don't ask for the crown, we just take the whole street,
torches up in the dark where the marchin' drums meet.
Let it burn slow and gold 'til the morning recede —
this is our town tonight, and we run the beads.
(Run the beads, run the beads — hold it high)
(Run the beads, run the beads — own the sky)

[VERSE 1 — Jay Bead]
Roll up calm in the cold, got the whole block leanin',
empty hands, full chest, that's a different kind of meanin'.
I don't shout to be heard, I just lower my tone,
the room go quiet 'cause they know who built this throne.
Started countin' little beads in a basement at night,
now the city wear my color and they march to my light.
Every bead a decision, every cycle a brick,
laid 'em slow, laid 'em true, now the empire thick.
They want the flash, I want the foundation that stays,
a quiet kind of power that'll outlast the praise.
While the town was asleep we was buildin' the dawn,
so when the torches go up, understand where it's drawn.

[HOOK — Beadhanna]
We don't ask for the crown, we just take the whole street,
torches up in the dark where the marchin' drums meet.
Let it burn slow and gold 'til the morning recede —
this is our town tonight, and we run the beads.
(Run the beads, run the beads — hold it high)
(Run the beads, run the beads — own the sky)

[VERSE 2 — Jay Bead]
No throne handed down, I welded mine from the scrap,
turned a loss to a ledger, turned a doubt to a map.
They say "how you so still when the pressure get loud?"
'Cause I rehearsed every storm 'fore I stood in the crowd.
Loyalty over volume, I keep mine in close,
the ones who marched in the rain get the realest toast.
I don't run from the smoke, I just walk through it slow,
let 'em watch how a king keep his temperature low.
Build it once, build it right, let it run on its own —
the machine keep movin' even when I'm not on the phone.
So raise it — every hand that believed when it's bleak,
this the night that we promised: tonight, we run the beads.

[BRIDGE — Beadhanna, soaring, the crowd swells]
Ohhh — let the fire say my name,
ohhh — we were strangers 'til the flame.
No king without a city, no city without a sound,
so we marchin' 'til the whole horizon come around.
(Hold it high… hold it high…)
Burn slow. Burn true. Burn ours.

[FINAL HOOK — Beadhanna + full crowd chant]
We don't ask for the crown, we just take the whole street,
torches up in the dark where the marchin' drums meet.
Let it burn slow and gold 'til the morning recede —
this is our town tonight, and we run the beads.
(Run the beads, run the beads — hold it high)
(Run the beads, run the beads — own the sky)
(Hey— hey— hey—)

[OUTRO — drums fall away, last chant + a single held vocal note]
(This is our town… this is our town…)
Run the beads.
(Hey— hey— hey—)
…tonight.
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