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Yo, life in the black zone, where the streets stay hot,
Guns cocked, sirens wailin', in this concrete plot.
Every corner's a battleground, where hope's a distant sound,
Where brothers slingin' dope just to keep their pockets round.
Raised in the struggle, where survival's the game,
Day to day grind, no one's innocent or tame.
Kids growin' up fast, learnin' street code quick,
In the shadows of poverty, where dreams get hit.
In the hood where the game's all the same,
Life's a gamble, every day we play the fame.
Tryna rise above, but the odds stay tough,
In this jungle of concrete, we hustle and puff.
Check the corner, see the fiends, they be chasin' the high,
Mothers cryin' for their sons who never said goodbye.
It's a war out here, ain't no place for the weak,
You either hustle hard or fall prey to the streets.
Raised in the struggle, where survival's the game,
Day to day grind, no one's innocent or tame.
Kids growin' up fast, learnin' street code quick,
In the shadows of poverty, where dreams get hit.
In the hood where the game's all the same,
Life's a gamble, every day we play the fame.
Tryna rise above, but the odds stay tough,
In this jungle of concrete, we hustle and puff.
But through the pain, we rise, we strive,
Keep our heads up high, keep the dream alive.
Though the streets be wild, we got heart and soul,
In this black zone of life, we ain't losin' control
In the hood where the game's all the same,
Life's a gamble, every day we play the fame.
Tryna rise above, but the odds stay tough,
In this jungle of concrete, we hustle and puff.
So here's to my people, holdin' on to their pride,
In the struggle, in the hustle, we ride or die.
In the black zone, where the story unfolds,
We keep pushin' forward, let the truth be told.
