In the streets where the shadows creep,  Grew up fast, no time for sleep,  Hustlin' hard, every day a grind,  Dreams of gold, but the world ain't kind. Life in the hood, where the stories unfold,  Survivin' the struggle, stayin' bold,  From the block to the top, we rise,  Gangsta life, seen through my eyes. Lost some brothers to the game,  But their memories remain,  Keepin' their spirit alive in my rhymes,  Payin' homage, one verse at a time. Life in the hood, where the stories unfold,  Survivin' the struggle, stayin' bold,  From the block to the top, we rise,  Gangsta life, seen through my eyes. Every scar tells a tale of pain,  But through the storm, we dance in the rain,  Strength in numbers, we stand tall,  In this concrete jungle, we give it our all. So here's to the streets that made me,  To the dreams that saved me,  From the block to the top, we rise,  Gangsta life, seen through my eyes.