Blood 🩸 In the city where the streets bleed red, Blood on the tracks, where the legends tread. Born from the struggle, baptized in blood, In these bleeding streets, where only the strong remain. Heart pumping blood, like the pulse of the street, Blood ties run deep, in every lyrical feat. From the shadows to the stage, we rise above, Blood, sweat, and tears, this is street poetry, love. Chasing dreams like a hound on the scent, In the rap game, where every word is well-spent. Blood No mercy, no retreat, only the strong survive, In the album of Blood, where we truly come alive. In the midnight hour, when the city sleeps, Blood coursing through the veins, secrets it keeps. Rap gods, we become, forging destiny, In the heart of the struggle, we find our bleeding breathing legacy.