Street dreamer

Verse 1

Sunrise hittin’ rust on the stoop, I lace my mind with schemes,

Pavement preachers preach ambition in the corners of my dreams.

Mama prayin’ on the steps while sirens hum the hymn,

I trade my fears for flashbacks, countin’ losses like a win.

Cigs burnin’ in the gutter, nicked-up souls with gold teeth,

Paper chasin’ like a shadow, hunger whisperin’ defeat.

But I keep runnin’ toward the skyline, even when it’s out of reach,

Street diploma, lessons learned — survival taught me speech.

Hook/Chorus

I’m a street dreamer, concrete believer, never foldin’ under pressure,

Chasin’ echoes of a future that the block don’t measure.

I’m a street dreamer, heart of steel, eyes on weathered treasures,

Take these broken alleys, turn ‘em into better measures.

Verse 2

Cold nights, cold calls, cousins sleepin’ on the floor,

Dice games and promises that never bring no doors.

I move like a chess piece, pray the king don’t get exposed,

Trust is paper-thin when you’s surrounded by the cold.

Put the pain in the cadence, let the cadence be the proof,

Every scar a medal, every loss a missing tooth.

Countin’ blessings through the static, hope encoded in the groove,

Street prophet with a ledger, hustle hard, never lose.

Hook/Chorus

I’m a street dreamer, concrete believer, never foldin’ under pressure,

Chasin’ echoes of a future that the block don’t measure.

I’m a street dreamer, heart of steel, eyes on weathered treasures,

Take these broken alleys, turn ‘em into better measures.

Bridge

Nightfall, neon prayers, I write the names on my palms,

Memory lane’s a trapdoor, but I keep buildin’ calm.

Old friends turned strangers, same corner, different songs,

I keep my circle tight, knowin’ who gon’ last long.

Dreams ain’t soft, they bruise — they teach you how to fight,

Concrete under my boots but my spirit climbin’ heights.

Verse 3

Paper planes and stained dreams, I flip the script on fate,

From stoop speeches to cold suites, I graduate the gate.

Been baptized by alley water, baptized by late-night vows,

Made a promise to the block — I refuse to bow.

Keep the legacy in ink, not in talk or hollow schemes,

Plant the future where we hustle, cultivate the gleams.

When the city lights pull back, and my name’s on quiet beams,

They’ll know a street dreamer turned the rubble into dreams.

Hook/Chorus (out)

I’m a street dreamer, concrete believer, never foldin’ under pressure,

Chasin’ echoes of a future that the block don’t measure.

I’m a street dreamer, heart of steel, eyes on weathered treasures,

Take these broken alleys, turn ‘em into better measures.

Outro (spoken, calm)

Concrete don’t define me — it taught me how to rise.

Street dreams, long nights, clear eyes, steady stride.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro