Streets don't mend

Intro (spoken/soft)

Night cold, heart colder — streets keep teachin'.


Verse 1

Raised where the streetlights blink like broken promises,

Mama prayin' at the table, I keep countin' bodies on my conscience.

Brothers turned to names on stones, I still hear 'em in my dreams,

Echoes in the hallways where the loudest silence screams.

Used to move with hunger, now the hunger turned to worry,

Whippin' through the city with my mind on lost subsidiaries.

Chain heavy, wrist bright, but it can't weigh down the grief,

Poppin' bottles for the days we lost, pour a little for relief.


Hook (melodic)

Pain from these streets, won't let me sleep (nah)

All these late nights, tryna bury what I keep (what I keep)

Diamonds cold, heart colder, prayin' for relief (pray for me)

Streets don't mend, they teach you how to bleed — bleed (yeah)


Verse 2

Seen the fake love, seen loyalty fold like cheap napkins,

Snakes in the cut, smiles hide the daggers where they happen.

Trust scarce, pockets full but feelin' empty on the inside,

Switch lanes, ghosts on my tail, can't outrun how it ride.

I done cried behind the shades, sippin' sorrow on the low,

Homies gone, no comebacks, only stories that the block know.

They want the stoic, want the flex, they never see the hurt,

I wear my scars like medals, but these medals bred from dirt.


Hook (melodic)

Pain from these streets, won't let me sleep (won't let me)

All these late nights, tryna bury what I keep (what I keep)

Diamonds cold, heart colder, prayin' for relief (pray for me)

Streets don't mend, they teach you how to bleed — bleed (uh)


Bridge (rapid, hungry cadence)

Can't trust the loud mouths, they whisper loud when cameras out,

City lullaby's gunshots, lull me in then wake me out.

Brothers sworn to ride, some fold when the rain come down,

I keep my circle tight, got my people, we stand ground.

Prayers in the mirror, mama told me stay strong,

But the nights play like a movie and the pain write the song.

Tryna build a future but the past keep callin' back,

Streets murmur in the dark, tryna put me on a track.


Verse 3 (soft to strong)

I count blessings between the curses, find peace in small things,

Call my fam, tell 'em I love 'em, that sound better than rings.

Quiet moments in the coupe, feel the city like a drum,

Remember nights we hungry, now we dancin' with the crumbs.

Still I lay a rose at every corner where a brother fell,

Used to be a boy with nothing, now I wear these stories well.

But pain from these streets, it color every victory,

Can't shake the lessons, can't escape the history.


Final Hook (melodic, layered)

Pain from these streets, won't let me sleep (no sleep)

All these late nights, tryna bury what I keep (tryna bury)

Diamonds cold, heart colder, prayin' for relief (pray for me)

Streets don't mend, they teach you how to bleed — bleed (yeah)


Outro (soft, resigned)

Keep walkin' through the rain, carry tears like trophies,

Porque music 
See you when I see you 
Otro

melodic, street‑driven drill: emotional hooks, raw street detail, and themes of loss and loyalty, male