The Streets
Grew up in the struggle, where the shadows speak, Dreams of getting out, but the streets feel bleak, Hustle hard for the paper, got my family to feed, Every corner that I turn, man, they plotting my greed. Lost a couple homies, now the pain runs deep, Every night I’m out here, while the city’s asleep, Heart full of scars, but my pride won't fold, In the game for the win, never playin' for gold. Got the weight on my shoulders, but I carry it strong, In the land of the lost, where the real men belong, Survival of the fittest, gotta stay on my grind, In the hood, it’s a jungle, but I’m never confined. Eyes on the prize, yeah, I’m chasing my fate, From the block to the top, I won’t settle for late, Every step that I take, got the world in my hands, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where greatness stands.
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Grew up in the struggle, where the shadows speak, Dreams of getting out, but the streets feel bleak, Hustle hard for the paper, got my family to feed, Every corner that I turn, man, they plotting my greed. Lost a couple homies, now the pain runs deep, Every night I’m out here, while the city’s asleep, Heart full of scars, but my pride won't fold, In the game for the win, never playin' for gold. Got the weight on my shoulders, but I carry it strong, In the land of the lost, where the real men belong, Survival of the fittest, gotta stay on my grind, In the hood, it’s a jungle, but I’m never confined. Eyes on the prize, yeah, I’m chasing my fate, From the block to the top, I won’t settle for late, Every step that I take, got the world in my hands, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where greatness stands.