Centrelinks Burning

Centrelinks Burning what we gonna do now Rent her finks turning twat thee Donna shoe cow Centrelinks Burning what we gonna do now Rent her finks turning twat thee Donna shoe cow Centrelinks burning, got the city on a slow grind, Lost in the hustle, where the shadows intertwine. Rent her finks turning, in the alleyways they creep, Dreams deferred, while the system's counting sheep. What we gonna do now, when the night’s got a hold? Streets whisper stories, but the truth’s left untold. Twat thee, Donna shoe cow, fashion ain’t the game, While the world spins wild, we still carry the flame. Echoes of the past, in the struggle we rise, Survivor’s instinct, reflecting in our eyes. Hypnotic visions, as the beat starts to thump, From the pain and the struggle, we refuse to slump. Voices from the corners, where the lost souls roam, Chasing after dreams, trying to find a way home. Life’s a battle zone, but we fight with our art, In the heart of the storm, we refuse to depart. Centrelinks burning, got the city on a slow grind, Lost in the hustle, where the shadows intertwine. A whisper in the alleys, hear the sirens wail, Chasing dollar dreams, but the hopes often pale. Concrete jungle, where the lost souls roam, Survival’s on the menu, got no place called home. Watch the fakes smile, only real ones can relate, Time ticks heavy, while we’re dancing with fate. Grit in my veins, I’m the voice of the streets, Echoes of the struggle, where the heart never sleeps. Life’s a game of chess, but the board’s always rigged, Hustle for the paper, but the truth’s often big. Moments slipping past, like the smoke in the air, Caught up in the grind, but I’m climbing the stairs. With every step I take, feel the weight of the chain, But I rise from the ashes, through the joy and the pain.