(Verse 1) Yo, listen up, let me tell you 'bout a man named Jay, Raised in the struggle, in the city's decay. From the playground to the alleyways of pain, In the concrete jungle where the dreams were slain. Childhood whispers, echoes of a broken home, Mom worked two jobs, pops was gone, left alone. School hallways filled with the laughter of the rich, But Jay's reality was the hunger, the stitch. (Verse 2) Grew up fast, skipped the innocence phase, Hustle on his mind, trying to escape the maze. Dodging poverty like bullets in the night, In the gang's embrace, he found his might. Early twenties, tattoos tell the tales, Of the corners he conquered, and the dreams he hails. Survival instincts, a code in his veins, In the criminal symphony, where loyalty reigns. (Bridge) But deep down inside, a flicker of remorse, A glimpse of a childhood, veiled by force. Choices made in desperation's grip, In the criminal world, where shadows eclipse. (Verse 3) Through the chaos, Jay's heart beats loud, In the alley's silence, where the city's endowed. Torn between loyalty and a yearning for grace, He's a man in the mirror, staring at his own face.