Street lessons

Hook (melancholic, repetitive)

Street taught me lessons, yeah, concrete confessin’,

Heart got stitches from the nights I was stressin’.

Mama prayed soft while the block kept pressin’,

I learned how to move — yeah, I learned how to listen.


Verse 1

Light on the corner, cold on my breath,

We traded futures for flex, cheap love and theft.

Seen boys turn ghosts overnight, friends switchin’ sides,

Learned loyalty’s a rare coin, truth wears thin with pride.

Old heads said “watch the hands,” they don’t clap for free,

Ain’t no free lunches in a city fed by greed.

We hustle in the daylight, we pray when the sirens cry,

School of hard knocks — diploma written in blue sky.


Pre-Hook (quiet)

Count every step, count your blessings last,

Keep the circle small, let the past stay past.

If you broke the code, brother, you pay the cost,

Street literature—every lesson’s taught and lost.


Hook (melancholic)

Street taught me lessons, yeah, concrete confessin’,

Heart got stitches from the nights I was stressin’.

Mama prayed soft while the block kept pressin’,

I learned how to move — yeah, I learned how to listen.


Verse 2

Seen love get sold at the corner for a pocket full of change,

Seen dreams in a duffel, rolled up, rearranged.

We cut school of innocence, graduated to grit,

Textbooks had bars but life wrote the manuscript.

Keep your head low, eyes open, watch the rear,

Smile for the camera, but the real ones disappear.

If the rent’s overdue, pride ain’t payin’ bills,

So you trade sleep for schemes and pray you keep your will.


Bridge (soft, reflective)

Night confessions under sodium-light halos,

We swear we’ll change but the block still knows.

Birds learn to fly, pigeons learn to dodge,

I learned to love the struggle, made the struggle my lodge.


Verse 3 (resolute)

Now I’m teachin’ younger cats about the price of a name,

Told ’em don’t rush the shine, don’t trade heart for fame.

Keep your hands clean, but your mind trained rough,

Respect the roots, but call the bluff.

If you fall, fall smart — get lessons in the scars,

Turn alleyway wisdom into classroom stars.

Concrete lessons — yeah, they bruise then bless,

You either learn or you stay stuck in the test.


Hook (final, layered)

Street taught me lessons, yeah, concrete confessin’,

Heart got stitches from the nights I was stressin’.

Mama prayed soft while the block kept pressin’,

I learned how to move — yeah, I learned how to listen.


Outro (soft hum)

Keep your light on, keep your people close,

The block will test you — that’s the only dose.

Walk with your head right, let your soul be lessoned,

Concrete underfoot, every step — a lesson.

Porque music 

See you when I see you 

Otro

raw, melodic, street-confessional vibe, male