Post by liquidswordz on Apr 17, 2024 21:15:56 GMT
ayo..
living in the streets where the concrete's my bed,
every corner I turn, another hunger to be fed,
grew up in the struggle, poverty and pain,
In the city where the crime and the violence reign,
walking through the alleyways, shadows all around,
dodging bullets flying, sirens blaring sounds,
In the streets where the struggle never sleeps,
got hustlers on the corner moving keys, counting sheep,
life's a chess game, gotta watch your every move,
survival of the fittest, ain't no room for the fool,
raised in the projects, where dreams fade to black,
every day's a battle, trying to stay on track,
seen friends fall victim to the street life's grip,
lost in the darkness, can't find their way to flip,
police sirens wail, another night of chaos,
young guns blazing, ain't no time for applause,
but in the midst of the madness, there's a glimmer of hope,
rise above the pain, never lose sight of your scope,
Yo, growing up in the streets, was all I ever knew,
hustling every day, just to make it through,
from the corner store to the block, we held it down,
in a concrete jungle, where only the strong survive in this town,
raised on these mean streets, where the code is loyalty,
survival of the fittest, it's the street life you see..
from the young kids on the corner, to the OGs in the game,
we navigate the streets, where no one knows your name,
from the crack fiends and hustlers, to the crews in the trench,
we stick together, through every single inch,
in this concrete jungle, where the rules ain't fair,
but we keep on grindin', 'cause we know life ain't rare,
raised in the struggle, where every day's a fight,
trying to stay alive, every day and every night,
from gunshots ringin' out, to sirens in the distance,
It's a hard-knock life, facing all this resistance..
living in the streets where the concrete's my bed,
every corner I turn, another hunger to be fed,
grew up in the struggle, poverty and pain,
In the city where the crime and the violence reign,
walking through the alleyways, shadows all around,
dodging bullets flying, sirens blaring sounds,
In the streets where the struggle never sleeps,
got hustlers on the corner moving keys, counting sheep,
life's a chess game, gotta watch your every move,
survival of the fittest, ain't no room for the fool,
raised in the projects, where dreams fade to black,
every day's a battle, trying to stay on track,
seen friends fall victim to the street life's grip,
lost in the darkness, can't find their way to flip,
police sirens wail, another night of chaos,
young guns blazing, ain't no time for applause,
but in the midst of the madness, there's a glimmer of hope,
rise above the pain, never lose sight of your scope,
Yo, growing up in the streets, was all I ever knew,
hustling every day, just to make it through,
from the corner store to the block, we held it down,
in a concrete jungle, where only the strong survive in this town,
raised on these mean streets, where the code is loyalty,
survival of the fittest, it's the street life you see..
from the young kids on the corner, to the OGs in the game,
we navigate the streets, where no one knows your name,
from the crack fiends and hustlers, to the crews in the trench,
we stick together, through every single inch,
in this concrete jungle, where the rules ain't fair,
but we keep on grindin', 'cause we know life ain't rare,
raised in the struggle, where every day's a fight,
trying to stay alive, every day and every night,
from gunshots ringin' out, to sirens in the distance,
It's a hard-knock life, facing all this resistance..
