In the heart of the city where dreams collide,
We walk through the shadows, got no place to hide,
Survival of the fittest, where the streets are raw,
A game of trust and loyalty, that’s the only law.
Family ties, stitched tight like a hoodie on my back,
In a world so cold, gotta keep my circle intact,
We rise from the struggle, yeah, we’re built for the grind,
Together we hustle, looking out for our kind.
Late nights in the alley, plotting moves and schemes,
Count on my crew, we’re the makers of dreams,
Feeding the fire, never losing our spark,
Light up the dark, with the strength from our hearts.
Every corner whispers tales of losses and gains,
But it’s love in the chaos, running deep through our veins,
No matter the storms, we weather any strife,
Through the trials and tribulations, we embrace this life.
Trust is a fortress, built one brick at a time,
With every spoken word, every rhythm, every rhyme,
In the moments of doubt, we echo and remind,
Family is forever, intertwined and aligned.
From the block to the top, we’re paving our way,
With every step forward, no regrets in our play,
No matter how hard, we’ll never lose sight,
Together we soar, as we chase the daylight.
So here’s to the hustle, the struggle, the love,
In a world that can break you, we rise above,
As the city keeps spinning, and the sirens wail,
Our bond is unbreakable, we’ll always prevail.
Streetlife’s echo lingers, but we’re ready to fight,
With family beside us, we’ll make wrongs turn right,
In this rhythm of life, we’ll dance through the night,
Loyalty and trust, our guiding light so bright.
In this tale of survival, there’s one thing true,
In the heart of the streetlife, it’s me and you.
Hip Hop
Streetlife, Survival, Loyalty, Trust, Family