Yeah, straight outta Yazhake, where the streets don't forgive.
A youngin' lost in the maze, but the hood never forgets.
Compton vibes, 80s and 90s grind,
Survival ain't living, it's a state of mind.
(Verse 1)
Born in the trenches, graffiti on the walls,
Watching OGs roll dice while the weak fall.
First strap in his hand, now he's feeling invincible,
The hood crowned him, but death ain't invisible.
"You gotta leave, kid," that's what they said,
But the block whispers louder, dragging him instead.
Every corner a lesson, every shadow a trap,
The hood raised him up, but ain't no going back.
(Chorus)
One more from the hood, caught in the fight,
Dreaming of freedom, but drowning in the night.
They told him to leave, but he stayed for the game,
Now his name's on a wall, just a candle and flame.
(Verse 2)
'92 riots, flames licking the skies,
He saw his homies fall, tears in his eyes.
Gang ties tighter than the grip of regret,
Every bullet fired is a move in the set.
Wanted to bounce, leave the hood behind,
But the streets grip tighter than a prisoner's bind.
“Yazhake, you're one of us,” the gangsters claimed,
Trapped in a legacy, streets screaming his name.
(Chorus)
One more from the hood, caught in the fight,
Dreaming of freedom, but drowning in the night.
They told him to leave, but he stayed for the game,
Now his name's on a wall, just a candle and flame.
(Bridge)
Sirens wail, another body's dropped,
A mother weeps, but the cycle ain't stopped.
The hood takes more than it ever gives,
A cold place where only the ruthless live.
(Verse 3)
Last day came, Yazhake knew the score,
Looked up to the sky, but heaven shut the door.
The block don't wait, bullets came fast,
Caught him slipping, now he's part of the past.
The streets mourn quick, then keep moving on,
Another name added to the hood's sad song.
Yazhake stood tall, but the end was clear,
Another soul lost to the hood's frontier.
(Chorus)
One more from the hood, caught in the fight,
Dreaming of freedom, but drowning in the night.
They told him to leave, but he stayed for the game,
Now his name's on a wall, just a candle and flame.
(Outro)
This the hood’s reality, ain't no fair play,
Life chews you up and spits you out every day.
Yazhake was a king, but even kings fall,
In the streets of Yazhake, death's the final call.
Verse 1
Born in the 'hood, just another black child,
Where the sirens sang and the nights got wild.
Mama worked hard, but the rent stayed due,
Pops gone, left the hustle as the only crew.
Seen the homies bang, flags tied to their waist,
Young blood dreams of escape but couldn't taste.
The streets taught me lessons, cold as December,
Survive or die, those rules you remember.
Hook
Life in the ghetto, no peace in the struggle,
Trapped in the grind, caught up in the hustle.
Tried to rise up, but the streets pull me under,
Another soul lost, caught in the thunder.
Verse 2
80s crack hit, turned blocks into graves,
Brothers slingin' dope, tryna stack and get paid.
Compton nights, foo
