From the block where the shadows creep, dreams buried deep,

From the block where the shadows creep, dreams buried deep, Survivors in the struggle, while the world’s fast asleep. Hustle hard, every scar tells a story of the grind, Lost homies in the rearview, memories intertwined. Grew up with the weight of the world on my shoulders, Chasing visions of gold while the street life smolders. Late nights, street fights, heart colder than ice, Rolling dice with my fate, paying dues at a price. Politicians lie while the youth get deceived, Caught up in the cycle, in the web weaved. But hope’s a flicker, igniting the flame, In the land of the lost, I’m still carving my name. Life’s a maze, but I navigate the turns, Lessons learned in the fire, from the ashes I burn. With every tear shed, I rise from the pain, In the struggle for the truth, I’ll forever remain.