NIGAL

(Verse 1) Yeah, we the problem children, raised in a system broken, Voices in the dark, but we ain't never been soft-spoken, Kicked outta class, they said we couldn’t fit the mold, Dreams turned to ashes, but our spirits never cold. (Verse 2) Running through the streets, with the fire in our veins, Tired of the struggle, tired of the chains, Rebellion in our hearts, we ain't looking for approval, Life's a twisted game, but we the ones who move the needle. (Verse 3) Caught in the cycle, but we breaking out the cage, Writing our own story, flipping every single page, They label us the problem, but we change the narrative, With every step we take, we redefine the heritage. (Verse 4) Eyes on the prize, yeah, we rising from the dirt, No more silent screams, every wound is just a shirt, We the voice of the voiceless, the hope in the despair, Problem children rising, watch us take the air. (Verse 1) In the shadows where the gods dwell, Whispers of the past, ringing like a death knell, Concrete jungles, where the lost souls roam, Kings and queens rise, but they never make it home. Blood on the pavement, stories untold, Legacies written in the ink of the bold, Echoes of the streets, where the truth gets buried, Fallen warriors, but their spirits never weary. (Verse 2) Eyes wide open, but the vision's still blurred, Searching for the light in a world that's disturbed, Temptations lurking, like a serpent in the grass, Every step I take, feel the weight of the past. Hustlers and dreamers, in a game of survival, Chasing the divine, but it’s all suicidal, In the realm of the gods, where the shadows collide, I’m spitting verses, let the darkness be my guide. Use in Studio or