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(Verse 1) In the heart of the struggle, where the streets were my school, No golden ticket, just dreams to fuel. Hustling through the hard times, shadows I'd dodge, Born in the struggle, but I'd rise from the mirage. In the concrete jungle, where dreams seem so far, But I held onto hope, wished upon a distant star. From hand-me-downs to broken-down cars, I planted seeds of ambition beneath the city scars (Verse 2) Empty pockets, dreams my only treasure, Vision so vivid, it was my only measure. Battles with hunger, nights were so cold, But I kept the fire burning, story to be told. Raised in the struggle, where dreams are a gamble, Building castles in the air, every brick a preamble. In the face of adversity, I learned to scramble, but but not not A symphony of survival, where dreams unravel (Verse 3) I remember the days, counting every dime, Now I count success, a rhythm so prime. From the projects to penthouses, I'd climb, A symphony of success, orchestrated over time. From the school of hard knocks, where lessons are tough, I crafted my destiny, forged in the rough. No shortcuts, just dreams robust, A testament to triumph, from the ashes, I'd rebuff.
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(Verse 1) In the heart of the struggle, where the streets were my school, No golden ticket, just dreams to fuel. Hustling through the hard times, shadows I'd dodge, Born in the struggle, but I'd rise from the mirage. In the concrete jungle, where dreams seem so far, But I held onto hope, wished upon a distant star. From hand-me-downs to broken-down cars, I planted seeds of ambition beneath the city scars (Verse 2) Empty pockets, dreams my only treasure, Vision so vivid, it was my only measure. Battles with hunger, nights were so cold, But I kept the fire burning, story to be told. Raised in the struggle, where dreams are a gamble, Building castles in the air, every brick a preamble. In the face of adversity, I learned to scramble, but but not not A symphony of survival, where dreams unravel (Verse 3) I remember the days, counting every dime, Now I count success, a rhythm so prime. From the projects to penthouses, I'd climb, A symphony of success, orchestrated over time. From the school of hard knocks, where lessons are tough, I crafted my destiny, forged in the rough. No shortcuts, just dreams robust, A testament to triumph, from the ashes, I'd rebuff.
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