Grinding hard under city lights,
We hustle with a vision, never lose sight,
Every lyric that I write, it’s a culture alive,
From the struggle and the strife, man, it’s how we thrive.
Late nights in the booth, echoing my dreams,
Spitting truth to the youth, breaking down the seams,
Got the heart of a lion, with the soul of the streets,
Every rhyme that I lay down, brings the rhythm to the beats.
Roll through the block, hear the whispers of the past,
Lessons learned in the grind, gotta make them last,
Each bar a reflection, of the world that we roam,
In this game of survival, we’re carving our home.
Vibes contagious, feel the pulse of the crowd,
Voices raised high, we ain't never backing down,
From the bass of the system to the light in the sky,
We’re the architects of sound, let the stories fly.
Culture rich with the ink from our pain,
Celebrate the struggle, dance in the rain,
Keep it fresh, keep it real, every line a release,
In the cipher of the night, find my sanctuary of peace.
So I spit, and I spit, till the dawn breaks anew,
With every lyric I deliver, it’s a message so true,
United in the hustle, we rise and we climb,
In the heart of the grind, we transcend space and time.
Note to the haters, we ain’t fazed by the doubt,
Fueling our fire, we’ll always stand out,
This vibe is infectious, a movement so grand,
Bound by the culture, take a stand, take a stand.
So when you feel the rhythm, let it guide your soul,
Together we create, in this art, we are whole,
With a passion unyielding, we’ll take what’s our right,
Closing chapters of the struggle, shining brighter than light.
In the end, when it’s written and our story's told,
We lived for the moments, we were fearless and bold.
Hip Hop
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