歌词
[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
