[Intro]
In the shadow of the city, where the streets whisper pain,
We hustle, we struggle, just trying to remain.
Life's a hard teacher, but we learn how to fight,
In these Jamaican slums, we rise with the night.
[Verse 1]
Concrete jungle, where the dreams often die,
Kids learning to survive, they don't question why.
With a heart full of fire and a mind full of schemes,
Breaking bread with the fam, living life by our dreams.
Got the sound of the sirens echo through the lanes,
Every step that we take carries joy and pain.
Counting blessings while we dodge the storms in the rain,
Got the weight on our shoulders, but we still entertain.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the dancehall, where the spirits collide,
We find strength in struggle, never run and hide.
Every corner tells a story of the battles we face,
United in the rhythm, in this unyielding place.
[Chorus]
We grind through the night, just to chase the light,
From the slums to the top, we’re ready for the fight.
With the fire burning bright, in every step we take,
Jamaican gangstas, it’s the path that we make.
[Verse 2]
Streets paved with memories, laughter and tears,
Brothers and sisters, carrying hopes, facing fears.
With a rebel heart, yeah, we play the hand dealt,
Finding joy in the struggle, in the pain that we felt.
Riding through the chaos, in the warmth of the sun,
Gonna hustle ‘til we make it, ‘til the day is done.
From the alleys to the vibes, we elevate the song,
In the heartbeat of the city, is where we belong.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the dancehall, where the spirits collide,
We find strength in struggle, never run and hide.
Every corner tells a story of the battles we face,
United in the rhythm, in this unyielding place.
[Chorus]
We grind through the night, just to chase the light,
From the slums to the top, we’re ready for the fight.
With the fire burning bright, in every step we take,
Jamaican gangstas, it’s the path that we make.
[Bridge]
So when the sun goes down and the stars start to shine,
Feel the pulse of the streets, yeah, it’s yours and it’s mine.
Through the struggles and the strife, we find our delight,
In the heart of the ghetto, we’re keeping it tight.
[Outro]
With a vision for tomorrow, we keep moving strong,
In the spirit of our people, we know that we belong.
From the depths of the city, we rise and take flight,
Jamaican gangstas, we break through the night.
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