[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, lemme speak on it,
Streets don't sleep, they creep on it,
Corners breathe stories, got heat on it.
A cold wind blows, whispers in alleys,
Where dreams shatter, fall deeper than valleys.
Hustlers and hustled, a cycle of chains,
Life's a dice game, loaded with pain.
[Verse 1]
See the block got rules, written in blood ink,
Rats scurry fast, bodies float where ships sink.
Brick walls hear secrets, they never snitch,
Sidewalk cracks hide tears, life’s a glitch.
Mama prayin' loud, but the devil plays poker,
Hands full of sins, the streets my only broker.
Every step I take feels borrowed, not owned,
Every call from the block's another gravestone.
[Chorus]
Street chronicles, tales from the dark,
Every line’s a scar, every soul's a mark.
Street chronicles, shadows don’t lie,
Dreams die young, but the hustle don’t cry.
[Verse 2]
Dodge cops like potholes, life’s a tightrope,
Hope got shot twice, now I sling dope.
Kids with no heroes, just mirrors with cracks,
Reflection of a life where the future’s abstract.
Graffiti on the walls, screams in color,
Brother kills brother, then mourns his mother.
Chain-link fences, whispers in the yard,
No love letters, just a cellblock card.
[Pre-Chorus]
The hood’s a preacher, sermons in the night,
Taught me wrong’s a right when you fight to survive.
[Chorus]
Street chronicles, tales from the dark,
Every line’s a scar, every soul's a mark.
Street chronicles, shadows don’t lie,
Dreams die young, but the hustle don’t cry.