[Verse]
Hood preacher, streets my cathedral,
Brick by brick, built illegal.
Prayers whispered over nickel-plated steeples,
Feds lurking, vultures feasting on the feeble.
Eyes bloodshot, nights with no sequel,
Concrete jungle, no love for the peaceful.
[Chorus]
This my street sermon, truth burnin’,
Lessons learned where the block keeps turnin’.
Cold hearts, hot shells dispersin’,
It’s survival—ain’t no rehearsin’.
[Verse 2]
Cops cruisin’, kids playin’ hopscotch,
While the corner’s got the devil in a headlock.
Dice rollin’, hope crumblin’ like dry chalk,
Dreams eroded, stolen by the gun talk.
Graffiti scriptures, hieroglyphs on the wall,
Every tag a name that answered the call.
[Bridge]
Tell me what you know 'bout hunger pains?
Empty fridge, nights drenched in acid rain.
Momma prayin’, daddy ghosted like a train,
Tracks leadin’ nowhere, just loss and disdain.
[Chorus]
This my street sermon, truth burnin’,
Lessons learned where the block keeps turnin’.
Cold hearts, hot shells dispersin’,
It’s survival—ain’t no rehearsin’.
[Outro]
Eulogies echo, the block don't mourn,
Another young soul to the streets reborn.
Chains and Jordans don’t shield from the storm,
In the belly of the beast, survival’s the norm.