American Express ©
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**Title: Streets' Symphony** **[Intro]** In the city's heartbeat, Hail Mary, Hallelujah, Where the street tales are written in blood, every stanza. Forgive us, Father, for we borrow from fate, Navigate paths, exclude sorrow's weight. **[Verse 1]** With every sunrise, the phone's relentless ringing, Laced up Adidas, chasing dreams, voices singing. Fresh white laces, meanings anew, In this concrete canvas, where the real is askew. Borrowing from tomorrow, in this dangerous dance, In the cycle of suffering, where despair enhances. Boss dictates the moves in this unusual trial, Lazy dreams pursued, every step a mile. **[Chorus]** Appear in the city, where survival's the game, Raw meat's the tales, street fame. American Express, Smith & Wess on my chest, Dug a hole deep, climbing back, life's test. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, echoes in the street, Bloody tears fly, AK-47 discreet. Extendo clip, lives borrowed, Every day, souls lost, life's sorrow. **[Verse 2]** Portland rain on the 503's beat, Racing through the struggle, dreams at our feet. Not a penny short when life's spent, Paying back fronts, a hustle with intent. 24 hours, sales hit, withdrawals persist, In circles, Portland spins, a relentless twist. Out-of-town pimps low key, parked in the haze, Milton Avenue's rhyme, a deadly maze. **[Chorus]** It's like American Express, Smith & Wess on my chest, Dug a hole deep, climbing back, no rest. Fucked with the wrong, wish my brother was out, In this concrete jungle, life's test, no doubt. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, echoes in the street, Bloody tears fly, AK-47 discreet. Extendo clip, lives borrowed, Every day, souls lost, life's sorrow. **[Bridge]** In the hustle, in the pain, in the sweat, The streets' symphony plays, a life's duet. In the midst of chaos, a boss in the mist, Surviving the trial, a lazy dream's twist. **[Verse 3]** In this trap life, where the cycle won't end, Out-of-town bags, first-class mail to send. Kilo Louis Vuitton, final drop, the scale, Bagging ounces for the runners, pushing weight to prevail. Streets' symphony, where the rhythm's raw, Pyru rolling sixties, who knew the law? Who done it, Hoover did it, in the cigarette buzz, Finding who's behind the gun, the street's applause. **[Outro]** In the echo of gunshots, in the whispers of fate, Streets' symphony plays, as we navigate. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, in these streets, we compose, Bloody tears fly, where the heartless heart glows.
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**Title: Streets' Symphony** **[Intro]** In the city's heartbeat, Hail Mary, Hallelujah, Where the street tales are written in blood, every stanza. Forgive us, Father, for we borrow from fate, Navigate paths, exclude sorrow's weight. **[Verse 1]** With every sunrise, the phone's relentless ringing, Laced up Adidas, chasing dreams, voices singing. Fresh white laces, meanings anew, In this concrete canvas, where the real is askew. Borrowing from tomorrow, in this dangerous dance, In the cycle of suffering, where despair enhances. Boss dictates the moves in this unusual trial, Lazy dreams pursued, every step a mile. **[Chorus]** Appear in the city, where survival's the game, Raw meat's the tales, street fame. American Express, Smith & Wess on my chest, Dug a hole deep, climbing back, life's test. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, echoes in the street, Bloody tears fly, AK-47 discreet. Extendo clip, lives borrowed, Every day, souls lost, life's sorrow. **[Verse 2]** Portland rain on the 503's beat, Racing through the struggle, dreams at our feet. Not a penny short when life's spent, Paying back fronts, a hustle with intent. 24 hours, sales hit, withdrawals persist, In circles, Portland spins, a relentless twist. Out-of-town pimps low key, parked in the haze, Milton Avenue's rhyme, a deadly maze. **[Chorus]** It's like American Express, Smith & Wess on my chest, Dug a hole deep, climbing back, no rest. Fucked with the wrong, wish my brother was out, In this concrete jungle, life's test, no doubt. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, echoes in the street, Bloody tears fly, AK-47 discreet. Extendo clip, lives borrowed, Every day, souls lost, life's sorrow. **[Bridge]** In the hustle, in the pain, in the sweat, The streets' symphony plays, a life's duet. In the midst of chaos, a boss in the mist, Surviving the trial, a lazy dream's twist. **[Verse 3]** In this trap life, where the cycle won't end, Out-of-town bags, first-class mail to send. Kilo Louis Vuitton, final drop, the scale, Bagging ounces for the runners, pushing weight to prevail. Streets' symphony, where the rhythm's raw, Pyru rolling sixties, who knew the law? Who done it, Hoover did it, in the cigarette buzz, Finding who's behind the gun, the street's applause. **[Outro]** In the echo of gunshots, in the whispers of fate, Streets' symphony plays, as we navigate. Hail Mary, Hallelujah, in these streets, we compose, Bloody tears fly, where the heartless heart glows.
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