Blocks cracked up, pockets cashed up, Hood life, the struggle, never masked up. Gotta rise above, in this hood rap, Every rhyme, every line, tells my trap. Bridge: Concrete dreams in this urban maze, Hood pride, where struggle stays. From the bottom to the top, find my ways, In the lyrics of the streets, my story lays. Final verse, as the beat unwinds, In this hood rap, where the struggle binds. Blocks cracked, but the spirit shines, Pockets cashed up, in these urban rhymes. Chorus: Blocks cracked up, pockets cashed up, Hood life, the struggle, never masked up. Gotta rise above, in this hood rap, Every rhyme, every line, tells my trap.