In the heart of the city where the shadows creep,
Survival’s the game, ain't no time for sleep.
Concrete jungle where the lions roar,
Fighting for scraps, but we always want more.
Kids on the corner with a pocket full of hope,
Life’s a tightrope, yet we still learn to cope.
Friends turn to family, we rise from the grime,
Each struggle we face, it’s a rhythm, a rhyme.
Grit on my boots from the battles I fought,
Echoes of laughter in the lessons I taught.
Realness in these streets, raw as it gets,
Every dream cultivated is a seed, no regrets.
Got the hustle in my veins, every day’s a grind,
Building up a legacy, shifting through time.
Look into my eyes, see the fight in my soul,
A heart full of passion, that's the ultimate goal.
Block parties cracking with a vibe so alive,
Every beat, every word, watch the culture thrive.
We rise like the sun, bright against the night,
In the depths of the fight, we discover our light.
Streetlights flicker, time to step to the mic,
Words like fire, ready to ignite.
Survival instinct kicking, I’m ready to go,
Turning my struggles into power, let it flow.
From the corners of struggle, we paint with our strife,
Each lyric a chapter, it’s the story of life.
So raise your glass high, let’s toast to the grind,
In a world full of chaos, let’s see what we find.
Through the hard times and trials, we learn to unite,
Fight for the realness, keep the future bright.
Together we stand, warriors in the night,
From the blocks we call home, we’ll keep up the fight.
This tale carved in stone, a legacy true,
In the rhythm of survival, we’ll always break through.
So remember this journey, let your spirit take flight,
In the heart of the streets, we’ll find our light.
Hip Hop
Street, Block, Realness, Fight, Survival