phantom of the Opera (Verse 1) From the hood where the stories unfold Tales of struggle, tales of gold. 150 beats per minute, my flow bold I'm spitting fire, watch the tale unfold. Raised in the streets, where the pain resides. "Surviving the chaos, where hope subsides". Every day's a battle, gotta stay alive In this concrete jungle, where dreams collide. Hustling hard, grinding for a better life. Stacking paper, trying to avoid the strife. But the streets keep calling, it's hard to fight. Tales from the hood, it's a never-ending fight. (Verse 2) In the hood, where the heart is cold. No justice, just stories untold . 150 BPM, my rhymes unfold. "Painting pictures vivid, like stories of old". Grew up witnessing the struggle, the despair. " But I never let it define who I am, I swear" From the hood, where dreams are rare. But I refuse to be just another statistic, I declare. Surviving the madness, breaking through the chains Writing my own destiny, ignoring Use in Studio backing track mafioso phantom of the Opera pain