Break The Cycle

Yo, I wake up in the crack of dawn, thinkin' what’s the mother fucking purpose, what’s it all for?

Streets cold fucking cold, mind’s hotter than the summer’s core,

Dreams locked in a cage, tryna find the key to open more.

Mama told me, “Son, it’s bigger than this damn block,”

But every day's a fight, dodgin' shots, dodgin' cops, see the clock?

Time's burnin' slow while my soul’s wastin' fast,

Gotta find a way the fuck out, before the youth expires in the past.

Hustle on the corner, paintin' pictures in my mind,

A new life, a new day, leave this shit behind.

But chains heavy, man, they cling and they bind,

Got me wonderin’ if dreams are just a sign of time left to unwind.

Grew up where hope is a fucking gamble, life’s a roll of dice,

Every day’s a gamble, no parachute, just a price.

I gotta get my kids out this maze, out this caged estate,

Show ‘em a brighter sun beyond these grey shades.

These streets don’t love me, they just take and they bleed,

But I keep holdin’ tight to the hope that I need.

Dark nights whisper lies, try to chain me in pain,

But I’m reachin’ for the light, breakin’ out of the rain.

Pain beneath my feet, hope within my heart,

Struggles of the streets tearing me apart.

But I gotta stand, gotta fight, can’t give in,

New dawn, new light, let the life begin.

Rise above, break the chains, make a way,

For my children’s future, brighter days.

Pain in my soul, but I believe, I see,

A better world for you and me.l

Money talk, but it’s got a foul mouth, corrupt and loud,

Echoes of the lost, fucking buried deep beneath these clouds.

A hero in my mind, but this life shit is a villain’s script,

Fightin’ to escape this hellhole, don’t wanna end up on the bricks,

Stuck in a fucking cycle, like the wheels spinin' round,

Sick of the same ol’ sound, trapped beneath a misery mound.

Thinkin’ what’s the meaning? Is it just fucking survival?

Or summat more, beyond the streets, beyond the rival?

Gotta hustle smarter, elevate my mind state,

Build a future that’s worth more than just a crime rate.

For my seed, I gotta break these fucking chains, flip the script,

Show ‘em life’s more than what this gutter’s equipped.

Because in the ghetto, pain’s currency, survival’s low buy,

But I dream of a day I can touch the fucking sky.

These streets don’t love me, they just take and they bleed,

But I keep holdin’ tight to the hope that I need.

Dark nights whisper lies, try to chain me in pain,

But I’m reachin’ for the light, breakin’ out of the rain.

Pain beneath my feet, hope within my heart,

Struggles of the streets tearing me apart.

But I gotta stand, gotta fight, can’t give in,

New dawn, new light, let the life begin.

Rise above, break the chains, make a way,

For my children’s future, brighter days.

Pain in my soul, but I believe, I see,

A better world for you and me.