#13 BruceBB - One Token: Two faces. - "Flushin' Through the City" & "Ethos Within the Name"

"Flushin' Through the City" 
BruceBB

(Verse 1)  
Yo, I’m clenchin’ tight, walkin’ fast, feelin’ the heat,  
Lookin' for relief on Stall Street, nothin' discreet.  
Hit the Drain Domain, but the vibe was foul,  
No soap, no hope, just a germy growl.  

Tried the Splash Spot, but the splash was mine,  
No seat, no wipe, just a toilet crime.  
The Bowl Block was locked, man, what a tease,  
I'm dancin' in pain like I'm beggin' "please!"  

(Chorus)  
I’m flushin’ through the city, holdin’ it in,  
Tryna find a throne where the cleanse begins.  
From the Funk Bunker to the Throne Zone, 
I roam alone, lookin' for a germ-free home.

(Verse 2)  
The Leak Lounge had a leak in the ceiling,  
The Wipe Side had no wipes — just a bad feeling.  
The Flow Shack was packed, line out the door,  
I'm sweatin' like I'm runnin' from a restroom war.  

Hit the Freshway, thought I found my grace,  
But the scent hit hard like a slap to the face.  
The Cleanstream was dreamin’, outta order sign,  
I'm prayin' for a miracle, crossin' Hygiene Line.  

(Bridge)  
Royal Flush? Nah, it was flushed with shame,  
Commode Court was a joke, just playin' the game.  
I need a Rest Nest, a Comfort Cove,  
Not a germy trap in a concrete grove.  

(Chorus)  
I’m flushin’ through the city, holdin’ it in,  
Tryna find a throne where the cleanse begins.  
From the Funk Bunker to the Throne Zone, 
I roam moan alone, lookin' for a germ-free home.  

(Outro)  
Relief Row, I see you glowin' in the mist,  
A beacon of hope can't resist this twist.  
I burst through the door, like a hero reborn,  
Seat's clean, soap's mean — I'm finally adorned.  

Now I’m chillin’ in the Tank Track, feelin’ divine,  
Flushin' through the city, this victory's mine.

Ethos Within the Name
BruceBB

     The ethos of a nation isn’t carved in stone. It flickers. It moves. It’s the dancer within the flame— grace inside urgency, rhythm inside resistance.

It lives in the places we overlook. In the stall with no lock. In the faucet that won’t flow. In the silence of someone holding it in because the restroom isn’t safe.

This isn’t about plumbing. It’s about people. It’s about the choreography of care— how we move together, how we build together, how we prepare before the panic when "The Big One" awakes and seeks out our village.

Public restrooms are public truth. They reflect our ethos: Do we protect the vulnerable? Do we honor the everyday? Do we fund dignity, or flush it away?

The dancer within the flame doesn’t ask for luxury. She asks for light. For space. For respect.

And when we answer—with standards, with jobs, with justice—we don’t just build restrooms. We build renewal.