The Streets Raise Kings

[Verse] Born in concrete jungles, shadows of skyscrapers Streetlights flicker, broken dreams in newspapers Survival math, no tutor in the trap Every night another hustler, every dawn another nap Heavy eyes witness the soul's taxation Dodgin' bullets, cops, life's forced education Jungle gyms rusted, playgrounds forgot Graduated from the block without a second thought [Chorus] From the cracks of the streets, we rise—gold, diamonds, kings No crown needed 'cause the struggle brings its own rings Survive the storm, we warriors, born from the grit Turn pain into power, every line's a hit [Verse 2] Concrete canvas, painted stories of the tough Hind in the shadows where the nights be rough No stage, just rooftops, back alleys where we spit Verses fly like bullets—to the soul, they hit Ghetto symphonies, orchestrated in a mix Vinyl scratches, beats drop like bricks Hustle be the muse, poets in disguise Mic in hand, kingdom from the lows we rise [Chorus] From the cracks of the streets, we rise—gold, diamonds, kings No crown needed 'cause the struggle brings its own rings Survive the storm, we warriors, born from the grit Turn pain into power, every line's a hit [Bridge] Flames from ashes, rebirth in the dusk Every verse ignites, never turn to rust Street tales whispered in the silence of night Unseen heroes, we fight the endless fight [Verse 3] Roots deep in pavement, flowers in the frost Every petal a testament to battles we lost Echoes of legends, flow through the veins Unscripted lives, morph the shackles into chains Grimy bars, pure heart, city pulse rush Destinies fused in the gritty street crush