Cold Streets, Warm Dreams

Cold streets, but my soul stay warm,

Rain on the block like a quiet storm.

Dreams in my pocket, grind till dawn,

Life’s a hustle, but the game goes on.

City lights flicker on the broken glass,

Stories in the alley where the shadows pass.

Got pain in my past, but I’m movin’ fast,

Turnin’ every L to a lesson that’ll last.

Watch the corners, whispers in the wind,

Every smile fake, only trust your kin.

Hood taught me more than the school I skipped,

Life’s a gamble, every card I flipped.

Cold streets, but my soul stay warm,

Rain on the block like a quiet storm.

Dreams in my pocket, grind till dawn,

Life’s a hustle, but the game goes on.

Got dreams bigger than the city I’m in,

Concrete jungle, where do I begin?

Money on my mind, peace in my heart,

But the street pull me back like a work of art.

Stay low-key, can’t trust no fake,

Snakes in the grass, gotta cut that snake.

Hustle every night just to feed my fate,

Cold world, but I’ll still create.

Cold streets, but my soul stay warm,

Rain on the block like a quiet storm.

Dreams in my pocket, grind till dawn,

Life’s a hustle, but the game goes on.