Lyrics
[Verse]
Concrete jungle, stompin’ through the cracks,
Dreams on layaway, hope’s barely intact.
Empty fridge hummin’, that’s my midnight track,
Roaches playin’ tag, shadows talkin’ back.
Dollar stretchin’ thin, it’s yoga on my mind,
Corners full of stories, some cruel, some kind.
Hustlers pitchin’ hope, watch the world unwind,
But time don't pay rent, and I’m fallin’ behind.
[Chorus]
It’s the ghetto symphony, echoes of pain,
Drums of survival in the coldest rain.
No keys to escape, just this chain,
Living in the struggle, tryna break the strain.
[Verse 2]
Streetlights flicker, a strobe for the lost,
Dreams in the gutter, calculate the cost.
Mama’s prayers liftin’, but the Wi-Fi’s crossed,
Devil in the details, blessings gettin’ tossed.
Grit in my soul, dirt under my nails,
Writing my story on these junkyard trails.
Hunger’s a ghost, it never derails,
Hope’s a lottery ticket, with infinite fails.
[Bridge]
Sirens serenade, lullaby of the block,
Hope locked up tighter than the deadbolt lock.
Graffiti scriptures on walls that talk,
The gospel of struggle, on every sidewalk.
Style
darkmale vocalsatmospheric synthstrapheavy 808srap
Prompt
A rap, trap song about the struggles of poverty and the every day struggles of living in the ghetto
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
GeneratedDec 15, 2025
ModelAria v5