From the heights of the Rockies, where the cold winds blow

From the heights of the Rockies, where the cold winds blow, I’m the voice of the streets, let the whole world know, Grinding through the struggle, got my city on my back, In the shadow of the mountains, yeah, we stay intact. Hustle hard, never soft, we don’t fold or crack, Dreams painted on the canvas, ain’t no turning back, From Denver to the Springs, we rise like the sun, Unity in the struggle, together we run. Echoes of the past, but the future’s in our hands, Legacy of warriors, carving out our plans, Every block, every corner, feel the pulse of the beat, Repping for my city, with the fire in the street. Eyes on the prize, while the haters stay blind, Underdogs in the game, but we’re one of a kind, Came from the dirt, now we shine like a gem, Putting Colorado on the map, let the journey begin.