Title: “Brooklyn Talk”
Intro
Ayo…
This that Brooklyn talk.
No pretty picture, no soft story.
Straight concrete, corner-store pain, late-night hunger.
Yeah.
Hook
I’m from Brooklyn, where the block don’t love you back,
Where you learn who real when your pockets go flat.
Cold stares, loud nights, everybody got pride,
You either stand on your word or get pushed to the side.
Brooklyn made me, can’t nobody break me,
Hard times raised me, fake love shaped me.
Came from the mud with my head held high,
Still hood in my heart till the day I die.
Verse 1
I came up where the corner got a story to tell,
Where heaven feel close but you walking through hell.
Old heads on the stoop giving game with a stare,
Young boys moving wild like they ain’t got a care.
Mama said, “Stay focused, don’t get caught in the street,”
But the street talk loud when you got nothing to eat.
Everybody want respect, but respect ain’t free,
You gotta move with your chest if you coming from BK.
I seen friends turn snake, seen love turn cold,
Seen loyalty fade over paper and gold.
So I keep my circle tight, don’t play with my name,
I done been through too much to be playing these games.
Hook
I’m from Brooklyn, where the block don’t love you back,
Where you learn who real when your pockets go flat.
Cold stares, loud nights, everybody got pride,
You either stand on your word or get pushed to the side.
Brooklyn made me, can’t nobody break me,
Hard times raised me, fake love shaped me.
Came from the mud with my head held high,
Still hood in my heart till the day I die.
Verse 2
This ain’t no movie, this real-life pressure,
Bills on the table, pain on the dresser.
Everybody hungry, everybody want more,
But not everybody solid when life hit the floor.
I had to learn quick, couldn’t move too soft,
Cause the same ones smiling be the ones that cross.
So I watch how they move, let the silence speak,
Cause the loudest in the room usually be the most weak.
Brooklyn put that fire in my walk and my tone,
Made me stand ten toes even standing alone.
I ain’t asking for pity, I’m demanding my place,
Had dirt on my hands, but I kept a clean face.
Bridge
Concrete baby, built from pain,
Sun don’t shine the same after rain.
Hood in my soul, pride in my chest,
Brooklyn don’t raise weak, only raise the best.
Final Hook
I’m from Brooklyn, where the block don’t love you back,
Where you learn who real when your pockets go flat.
Cold stares, loud nights, everybody got pride,
You either stand on your word or get pushed to the side.
Brooklyn made me, can’t nobody break me,
Hard times raised me, fake love shaped me.
Came from the mud with my head held high,
Still hood in my heart till the day I die.
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