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Lyrics
[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.
Details
GeneratedJul 16, 2025
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
heavy beats with deep basslines, rap, male vocals, aggressive, fast-paced, and male vocals, old school, sharp snares
Credits
Prompt by
Drozalloxx
DrozalloxxModelAria v4
Prompt
Old school rap, 90s rap, ganster rap, bringing the point across, male vocals, aggressive, fast pace
