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[Verse 1]
I grew up where the map look small,
Connecticut sky, but I seen it all.
Ten minutes from New York, price stay cruel,
Rent go up like the kid next to school.
Momma on the phone like, "Hold your head,"
I seen hard work and it ain't pretend.
Brown skin in a town so neat,
Where the doors stay locked and the lawns stay clean.
I'm in the line with a dream in hand,
Trying to turn one shot to a better plan.
Everybody want gold on the wrist, the chain,
I just want my name on a window frame.
[Pre-Chorus]
So I walked that line,
From the train to the grind.
One foot here,
One foot in the fight.
[Chorus]
CT to the edge
New York on my left
I pay for every breath
Still I got more left
CT to the edge
Young man, don't forget
Black boy, make it stretch
I pay, but I don't break
[Verse 2]
State so rich, but the youth still stuck,
Gold coast close, still we run bad luck.
Fancy cars pass, I know that stare,
Like my whole future ain't supposed to be there.
Had a suit for the room, but the room too cold,
Had a pocket full of hope and a story untold.
Couple folks said, "Son, you should move on down,"
But my roots in the dirt and my bones in town.
I seen cousins chase cash in the city lights,
Come back with a scar and a new way to fight.
I seen houses with a gate, and the gate don't care,
If your last name ain't already there.
[Pre-Chorus]
So I walked that line,
From the train to the grind.
One foot here,
One foot in the fight.
[Chorus]
CT to the edge
New York on my left
I pay for every breath
Still I got more left
CT to the edge
Young man, don't forget
Black boy, make it stretch
I pay, but I don't break
[Bridge]
Now I'm older, I can read the room,
Know a smile can hide a little doom.
Still I carry that cold state fire,
Still I climb when they set that wire.
From the block to the boardwalk dreams,
From the doubt to the tight black jeans.
I ain't made yet, but I'm way past fear,
And my name sound strong when I say it clear.
[Chorus]
CT to the edge
New York on my left
I pay for every breath
Still I got more left
CT to the edge
Young man, don't forget
Black boy, make it stretch
I pay, but I don't break
Details
GeneratedAug 21, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
East Coast boom-bap rap with swung drums, dusty chopped soul loops, and a walking bass line; verse rides tight snare pockets, pre-chorus strips to bass and filtered keys, chorus lands with gang chant doubles and short delay throws on the last word. Close-mic male vocals, dry and direct in verses, layered ad-libs on hooks, vinyl crackle and tape hiss in transitions, mix is warm, gritty, and punchy, rap
Credits
Prompt byFreshVoyager9
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Songs about growing up in Connecticut next to New York, an expensive state as a black man trying to make it. Nas type style, rap
