West Side Demon”

West Side Demon” (Intro) Yeah… William on the boards in spirit Detroit raised me… concrete baptized me (Verse 1) Born where the winters bite harder than the OGs do, Eastside cold, snow falling like the pain grew. Sirens my lullaby, mama praying in the next room, Furnace clicking off, see my breath in the bedroom. I’m a demon from the struggle, forged in the fire, Where the weak get folded up and the real get wired. Came up off Linwood, Dexter, Joy Road nights, Where the streetlights flicker like they scared of the fight. City so raw it don’t cry when it bleeds, Just pours liquor on the curb and plants hope like seeds. We the sons of the Motor City torque and steel, Heart made of chrome, soul on four wheels. I was raised in the shadow of the Packard bones, Where the factories rust like forgotten homes. Every boarded-up window like a warning sign, “You either grind for a future or get swallowed by time.” (Hook) I’m a demon from the struggle, yeah the D made me, From one of the hardest cities in America, crazy. Concrete jungle where the cold wind cut deep, Where the strong don’t sleep, and the broken don’t weep. From the trenches where the pain turn pride, Detroit in my blood, got the 313 inside. I’m a demon from the struggle, can’t you see? The city ain’t just where I’m from — it’s me. (Verse 2) They say the hardest cities build the hardest men, I seen boys turn wolves just to eat again. Corner stores got stories the news won’t tell, Heaven feel distant when you living in hell. Westside hustle with a Highland Park edge, Stacking up dreams on a cracked concrete ledge. Every dollar feel holy when it’s hard-earned bread, Seen too many kings laid down in red. We don’t flex for applause, we survive for respect, Every scar on my skin is a life I protect. City taught me silence, move smart, stay low, Smile in your face but keep one eye on the foe. I’m a product of pain but I weaponized it, Took trauma, put a cadence and harmonized it. Turned the darkness to drive, let the hunger speak, Now the demon from the struggle got the devil on a leash. (Bridge) From the hardest blocks in America’s spine, Where the auto plants died but the spirit still grind. We don’t break, we bend, then we snap right back, Detroit raised soldiers out of nothing but lack. (Hook) I’m a demon from the struggle, yeah the D made me, From one of the hardest cities in America, crazy. Concrete jungle where the cold wind cut deep, Where the strong don’t sleep, and the broken don’t weep. From the trenches where the pain turn pride, Detroit in my blood, got the 313 inside. I’m a demon from the struggle, can’t you see? The city ain’t just where I’m from — it’s me. (Outro) Yeah… Born in the storm, I became the thunder.