GRide

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17 days ago

(Verse 1) Streets whisper secrets, shadows creeping low, Concrete jungle, where the lost souls flow, Life's a gamble, dice roll in the night, Hustlers in the alleys, searching for the light. Broken dreams linger, like smoke in the air, Every corner's got a story, pain’s everywhere, Echoes of the struggle, hear the sirens wail, Hope's a distant memory, trapped in a jail. (Verse 2) Kids play with fire, dancing on the edge, Life's a tightrope, balancing on a ledge, Graffiti on the walls, tell tales of the past, Time moves slow, but the scars, they last. Whispers of the fallen, hear them call my name, In this ghetto life, nothing feels the same, Chasing shadows, while the world turns blind, In the heart of the struggle, the truth we find.

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16 days ago

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17 days ago

(Verse 1) Streets whisper secrets, shadows creeping low, Concrete jungle, where the lost souls flow, Life's a gamble, dice roll in the night, Hustlers in the alleys, searching for the light. Broken dreams linger, like smoke in the air, Every corner's got a story, pain’s everywhere, Echoes of the struggle, hear the sirens wail, Hope's a distant memory, trapped in a jail. (Verse 2) Kids play with fire, dancing on the edge, Life's a tightrope, balancing on a ledge, Graffiti on the walls, tell tales of the past, Time moves slow, but the scars, they last. Whispers of the fallen, hear them call my name, In this ghetto life, nothing feels the same, Chasing shadows, while the world turns blind, In the heart of the struggle, the truth we find.

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