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Lyrics
[Verse]
Glass City whispers, broken bottles and bloodstains,
Four sides blacked out, shadowed by the freight trains.
Northside echoes, sirens singing blues loud,
Smoke rises grimy, moon hides behind the smog shroud.
[Chorus]
They call it 419, where the streets don't sleep,
Dreams die quick, and the rivers run deep.
Metal in the waistband, prayers in the wind,
A city of broken kids, lost trying to win.
[Verse 2]
Westside corner, yellow tape swirling slow,
Block’s got no heroes, just caution lights that glow.
Sharp needles pierce hope, kids vanishing in air,
Billboards of their faces, mama's screams fill despair.
[Bridge]
Hustlers run the alleys; sky lookin’ bruised black,
Every brick a story, every crack has a past.
Shadow puppets hustle where faith gets slim,
The glass city cold, where survival looks grim.
[Verse 3]
East waves crash, find steel in our veins,
These tenements bleed ghosts, trapped souls feel the chains.
Man down shouts, graffiti stories on the walls,
Clock ticks on us all, Toledo’s written in brawls.
[Chorus]
They call it 419, where the streets don't sleep,
Dreams die quick, and the rivers run deep.
Metal in the waistband, prayers in the wind,
A city of broken kids, lost trying to win.
Details
GeneratedApr 2, 2025
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, deep, gritty, dark, southern, outlaw rap
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
Prompt
A 3k words deep gritty Southern outlaw rap about the crime, murders and children being abducted in the class city of the broken glass 419, utilize all four sides of the inner city of Toledo Ohio
