The 216 Grind

Waking up to the sound of the city,

Concrete dreams where the nights get gritty.

The 216, where the hustle's alive,

Every sunrise a chance, gotta strive to survive.

Coffee brews in the morning light,

Traffic's crawling, but we won't lose sight.

Steel and glass, my heart's in the fray,

From the flats to the lake, we fight every day.

Cleveland skies, painted gray,

But in this heart, the warmth will stay.

Through the struggles, we rise and fall,

Together we answer the city's call.

In the 216, we grind and shine,

Chasing dreams, one step at a time.

With every heartbeat, we find our way,

In the city's rhythm, we won't fade away.

Late nights under the streetlight glow,

Friends gather 'round, sharing tales we know.

Laughter echoes, we drown the blues,

In every corner, a spark for the muse.

Cleveland skies, they might be stormy,

But deep inside, our hearts grow warm, see,

In the struggle, there’s strength to bear,

Together we breathe this electric air.

In the 216, we grind and shine,

Chasing dreams, one step at a time.

With every heartbeat, we find our way,

In the city's rhythm, we won't fade away.

So here's to the late-night rides,

The laughter shared and the friends by our sides.

We won't back down, this city’s our throne,

Side by side, in the grind we're never alone.

So raise a glass to the fights and the wins,

In the 216, it’s where life begins.

With every heartbeat, we'll carry on,

In the rhythm of our grind, we find our song.