Me and brother scorch was the most ruthless on our team going against the meanest human beings off the rip as teens Jumping off porches doing backwards flips feeling like kings as a dynamic brutal force always on the scene, Detroit's streets is where all our true stories convene. Woke up one day, with fire in my eyes, Pissed off, talking 'bout those lousy ćgas lighters smoking heavy blunts getting high who always starting fights over a freaky hoe in tights whipping on them for telling lies. as a sucka. Some shit they learn from there momma as a single mother. The slickest shit they do to your homeys you can't never make it right keeping there sick asses dramatize All day and night Im talking about the Weak individuals who cant fight. Be starting fights Be sneaking licks in fights, Facing there leader hitting him taking away his knife Dragging him to the ground 8 at night. while the cowards running away taking flight. Fed up, no more of their deceptive game, Whipping on each one by one with no gun with no aim Im stunned cause wasn’t Tuff as they claim. One on one, fists flying towards there face like the rain Crying shouldn't be selling cocaine Detroit's streets, we hustle in the most relentless terrain. As the days passed on Getting older my muscles took a better form, My chest and arms grew past a powerful norm. 500 push-ups a day, at thirteen so bold, Lifting weights We be telling tales in the backyard in the cold before a fight unfold. No need for a heavy bag or a proper ring, We be putting those Dirty mittens on in the backyard swing like you picture in this song Detroit Mitten, where struggles unfold, Fighting in these streets, where stories are told. Mom seeking a new place, near Grand River's flow, I turn to Raheim, "Bruh, I'm ready to throw." Beating heads in, my fearless vow, No smack talk tolerated, we declare it now. But Raheim, wise in his own accord, "I got something better," his words were stored. Whipping everyone, standing tall, No mess taken, we refuse to fall. Other cats not tough without their crew, Running their set, but we knew. Courageous we stood, no safety net, In Detroit's Mitten, where challenges beget. The streets echo tales, courage we earn, Chapter 4 unfolds, where lessons discern. From fighting foes to whipping kin, Me and Raheim, uncharted terrain. In the Detroit Mitten, a saga untold, Chapter 4's story, courage in the cold. Strength in the struggle, a narrative bold, Me and Raheim, a force to behold. Days turned into nights, battles in the street, Iron resolve, where courage and strength meet. Detroit's rhythm, a relentless beat, Chapter 4's echo, in the urban suite. In the realm of challenges, where warriors rise, Me and Raheim, the fearless prize. The tale continues, where courage lies, Chapter 4's canvas, where the saga ties. So there you have it, in Geno's voice so raw, Chapter 4's journey, where strength and courage draw. In the Detroit Mitten, where stories thaw, Me and Raheim, breaking through the law.