(Verse 1) In the city where the streetlights gleam, Life's a puzzle, every move is a scheme. Concrete jungle, where dreams take flight, Hustle hard, grindin' through the night. Chorus: We rise, we fall, but we stand tall, In the rhythm of life, hear the street call. From the struggle to the top, we climb, In this rap game, it's our time. (Verse 2) Money talks, but I speak my truth, From the booth to the block, I'm the living proof. Raised in the struggle, where the pain is real, Every scar's a story, every wound to heal. Chorus: We rise, we fall, but we stand tall, In the rhythm of life, hear the street call. From the struggle to the top, we climb, In this rap game, it's our time. (Bridge) Eyes on the prize, never compromise, Through the lows and highs, we'll touch the skies. Legends in the making, watch us shine, In the verses of life, every line's a sign. (Verse 3) Mind sharp, words cut like a knife, From the school of hard knocks, learned about life. Street poet, painting pictures in rhyme, In the urban symphony, I'm the paradigm. Chorus: We rise, we fall, but we stand tall, In the rhythm of life, hear the street call. From the struggle to the top, we climb, In this rap game, it's our time. (Outro) So here's my story, laid out in rhymes, In the concrete jungle, where the spirit climbs. From the struggle to the top, we find our prime, In this rap game, forever in our prime.