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Verse 1:
Empty pockets, heavy demands, that's the song of these streets,
Where dreams collide with the reality of unmet needs.
Folks on the grind, hustling just to survive,
But still, their demands cut sharp, like a knife.
Financial distress, a constant companion, never far,
Yet their expectations soar high like a shooting star.
Chorus:
They want it all, but lack the means to obtain,
Leaving others to navigate this chaotic terrain.
It's a unique challenge, this dance of give and take,
Where needs clash with desires, a risky bet to make.
Their behavior speaks volumes, a silent plea for aid,
But their demands weigh heavy, like debts left unpaid.
Verse 2:
Interpersonal conflicts brew, misunderstandings abound,
As they tread the line between lost and found.
But in this concrete jungle, survival is key,
Even when empty pockets dictate what can't be.
So we navigate these streets, with empathy and care,
Knowing that in this struggle, we're all just trying to fare.
Chorus:
They want it all, but lack the means to obtain,
Leaving others to navigate this chaotic terrain.
It's a unique challenge, this dance of give and take,
Where needs clash with desires, a risky bet to make.
Their behavior speaks volumes, a silent plea for aid,
But their demands weigh heavy, like debts left unpaid.
Bridge:
Empty pockets, heavy demands, the anthem of the street,
Where survival and expectations endlessly meet.
In this concrete world, we're all just trying to beat,
The harsh realities that we daily meet.
Chorus:
They want it all, but lack the means to obtain,
Leaving others to navigate this chaotic terrain.
It's a unique challenge, this dance of give and take,
Where needs clash with desires, a risky bet to make.
Their behavior speaks volumes, a silent plea for aid,
But their demands weigh heavy, like debts left unpaid.
Outro:
Empty pockets, heavy demands, the song of these streets,
Where dreams and reality collide, but we can't be beat.
We'll keep on hustling, keep on surviving,
In this concrete jungle, that's how we're thriving.
