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(Beat scratches, slow heavy bass kicks in) (Verse 1) Sirens playing like an anthem in the night Concrete jungle, we just trying to see the light Every corner got a story, every block a scar Looking at the ceiling, dreaming we could go far But the deck is stacked, felt it from the very start Taught to lock the doors and put a guard around your heart Feels like I've been taking Ls since a young age Trapped inside a book where someone else wrote the page (Chorus) Yeah, taking losses back-to-back, it's a heavy weight Trying to find a clean path through a broken state Grew up in the concrete, looking for a win Every time I take a step, the storm starts again But an L is just a lesson if you flip the script Gotta keep your head up, gotta tighten up the grip (Verse 2) Missing meals, missing chances, waking up cold Struggling with stories that should never be told See the homies trip up, see the system close in Wondering if people like us ever get to win They call it taking losses, yeah, the scoreboard hurts Washing off the dirt from the pavement and the turf But a loss ain't the end, it’s just the starting line Bruised up and tired, but I'm still gonna climb
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(Beat scratches, slow heavy bass kicks in) (Verse 1) Sirens playing like an anthem in the night Concrete jungle, we just trying to see the light Every corner got a story, every block a scar Looking at the ceiling, dreaming we could go far But the deck is stacked, felt it from the very start Taught to lock the doors and put a guard around your heart Feels like I've been taking Ls since a young age Trapped inside a book where someone else wrote the page (Chorus) Yeah, taking losses back-to-back, it's a heavy weight Trying to find a clean path through a broken state Grew up in the concrete, looking for a win Every time I take a step, the storm starts again But an L is just a lesson if you flip the script Gotta keep your head up, gotta tighten up the grip (Verse 2) Missing meals, missing chances, waking up cold Struggling with stories that should never be told See the homies trip up, see the system close in Wondering if people like us ever get to win They call it taking losses, yeah, the scoreboard hurts Washing off the dirt from the pavement and the turf But a loss ain't the end, it’s just the starting line Bruised up and tired, but I'm still gonna climb