In the city where the dreams collide,
I’m grinding hard, never let the flow slide,
Foot on the pedal, got my eyes on the prize,
In these streets where the truth often lies.
Rhymes hit heavy like a storm in the night,
Power in my words when I take to the mic,
Each verse a testament to battles I fought,
In the hustle of life, I give all that I got.
From the corner where the shadows creep,
Hear the whispers of the ones who can’t sleep,
Chasing flips, breaking down the confines,
Every setback just a step to redefine.
Hold the weight like I’m lifting these dreams,
Through the noise and the pain, hear the echoes of screams,
Foes wanna see me fall, but I rise with the sun,
In the cycle of the grind, watch a champion run.
With a heart full of fire and ambition ablaze,
Navigating the chaos in a desperate maze,
From the rooftops to the alleys, can you feel the power?
In the moments that break us, the truth makes us flower.
So I pen these rhymes like a map for the lost,
Every line a reminder of the battles I’ve crossed,
For the ones in the struggle, let ‘em know they’re not alone,
Through the hustle and the grind, we’re building a throne.
Listen close, this is more than just a beat,
It’s a journey, a legacy in every heartbeat,
As the streets whisper stories, let the truth blend,
In the flow of this life, every struggle must end.
So rise with the dawn, let the grind be our guide,
With every step we take, let the world feel our pride,
In the hustle of the streets, we’ll carve our own way,
In unity and power, here’s where we’ll stay.
From the echoes of the past to the dreams that we chase,
Together in this life, we’ll find our rightful place.
With truth as our armor, we’ll never back down,
In the heart of the hustle, yo, we wear the crown.
Hip Hop
Flow, Hustle, Streets, Grind, Rhymes, Power, Truth
Hip Hop
Flow, Hustle, Streets, Grind, Rhymes, Power, Truth