Edenwald Streets

Echoes of a city, heartbeat of the blocks

Lights flicker, stories told in knocks

Where the rhythm lives, where the past breathes in

Edenwald, my hood, let the story begin

Northside rising, tales of resilience

Baychester streets, always filled with brilliance

Schieffelin nights, my sacred ground

Guns and hitters, but love still found

Loud music blasting, speakers in the air

Block parties going crazy, none can compare

DJs scratch the vinyl, spinning our pride

In these streets, our soul can't hide

From the hustle to the dreams we chase

In this concrete jungle, finding our space

Through the chaos, our voices remain

Edenwald forever, engraved in our name

This is my hood, where the spirits collide

Loud voices, heartbeat, rugged and alive

Guns may echo, but love's still the frame

Bronx pride, etched in the flame

Nightfall shining, memories lit

Sidewalks whisper stories late at night

Unity and strife, tight bonds

In the Bronx, we find light

Edenwald, my rising sun

In the struggle, we become one

Hood of hope, built on trust

Bronx forever, in us, we trust