Lyrics
(Pre-Chorus)
In the dead of the night, where the cold truths hit hard,
Real ones move in silence, leave a lasting scar.
In the echoes of the street, where life's dealt the cards,
They're the ones who shine, turn pain into art.
[Verse]
In the neon glow where the real tales spark,
Where the legends roam and leave their watermark.
In the rhythm of the streets, they're the silent ark,
The real ones, turning life's canvas into art.
(Chorus)
'Cause the real ones, they bleed in the verses,
Paint the world with their words, deep as the ocean's curses.
It's the real ones who flip the script when they fall,
Turn the struggle into strength, stand ten feet tall.
(Bridge)
Real ones, real ones, they write their saga,
In the ink of the night, they're the street's own drama.
Real ones, real ones, they carry the ark,
In the flood of life, they're the defining mark.
[Verse 2]
On the corners where dreams get sold for cheap,
Where the strong prey on the weak, and the night don't sleep,
You ain't real if you ain't stood your ground,
If you ain't been the voice when there's no one around.
(Verse 3)
In the alleys where the shadows whisper secrets untold,
Where the weight of the world's like a heart turned cold,
You ain't real if you ain't felt the spark,
If you ain't turned the night into a beacon in the dark.
(Outro)
In the dead of the night, where the cold truths hit hard,
Real ones move in silence, leave a lasting scar.
In the echoes of the street, where life's dealt the cards,
They're the ones who shine, turn pain into art.
So be a real one, etch your name in the stone,
Be the fire in the dark, let your legacy be shown.
'Cause you're a real one when you extend your hand,
When you lift someone up, help them take a stand.
