Street Code

Street Code Street Poet not a Rapper Street Flowit got ya dapper Street Code Neet Abode Feet Rode Seat Mode Sleet Snode Wheat Belt Wheat Bode wearing Cologne Street Code of the streets Street Poet Street Go it Street Poet living on a Street Code Feet flowit giving gone da Foot Loaf Street Code In the concrete jungle, where the shadows creep, Street code written, secrets buried deep, Respect ain't given, it’s something you earn, Lessons of the asphalt, watch the fire burn. Eyes on the prize, but the streets got a hold, Survival of the fittest, hearts turn cold, Every corner echoes with the stories untold, In the fight for the honor, watch the brave be bold. Whispers in the alley, loyalty’s the thread, Cross the wrong path, and you'll end up dead, Got my circle tight, like a family tree, In this game of life, it’s you or me. When the sun sets low, and the night takes flight, We move in silence, ready for the fight, Street code, my armor, in the battle we stand, Respect is the language, understand the demand. In the shadows where the street code thrives, Humble abode, where the realness survives, Treat a load of fode, keep it raw, no disguise, Stumble on the toad road, watch the truth arise. Country side vibes, where the heart beats slow, Life's a game of chess, gotta know how to flow, Whispers in the wind, hear the stories untold, Survivin' through the struggle, got the spirit of gold. Eyes on the prize, but the past haunts still, Lessons in the pain, got the hunger to fulfill, From the concrete jungles to the fields so wide, Navigatin' through the storms, got that warrior pride. Echoes of the streets, they resonate deep, In the night, we hustle, while the world’s fast asleep, Rhymes like a river, let 'em roll and collide, In this hypnotic rhythm, let the truth be our guide.