Crew Ties

Kickin' it with my boys, the vibe gettin' loud,

Laughter shootin' off like a firework crowd.

Circle tighter than the stitches on the jeans we wear,

Energy unreal, ain't a thing could compare.

Homies on lock, like a treasure in a box,

Through the highs and the lows, we the time on a clock.

Back to back, we unite, push through the strife,

A bond made of iron, sharper than a knife.

Dice rolled on the table, cash livin' small,

But richness in the jokes we crack in the hall.

Memories stackin' tall like a cardhouse form,

Found family, breakin' every social norm.

Concrete roots deep, the streets know our troop,

On the stoop breakin' truth, schemes in the loop.

Shared dreams, like a blueprint drawn by the gods,

Through trials and the chaos, we still beat odds.

Pizzas half-eaten, controllers in clutch,

Competitive jabs, yo, we bicker too much.

But the love runs deeper than the Moon’s pale glow,

If you know, then you know, real ones never go.

Homies on lock, like a treasure in a box,

Through the highs and the lows, we the time on a clock.

Back to back, we unite, push through the strife,

A bond made of iron, sharper than a knife.