[Intro]
Portland nights, wet concrete,
Young dreams under streetlights,
Northside of the P — where I learned to fight,
Where fear and hope learned to speak.
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[Verse 1]
Born where the rain never quits, sidewalks soaked in stories,
Minority kid with questions, hard knocks for morning glories.
Mama working late shifts, Dad just a ghost in weekend frames,
Brothers fighting shadows, I was ducking shame.
Prejudice in school halls, whispers when I walked tall,
They saw my color, not my struggle, just assumed I’d fall.
But I found peace in rhyme, a mic, and cracked beat drums,
Late nights writing in notebooks, praying God’d hear my hums.
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[Pre-Chorus]
808s whisper “move,” doors slam but I refuse,
Heart scarred yet alive, Portland streets bruise.
I rise from puddles, break through rust,
I trust my vision, I’m built from dust.
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[Chorus]
Northside of the P, made me fight to believe,
Every struggle, every tear, now it’s blessings I receive.
From the rain-soaked streets to the city lights I chase,
Turned my pain into power, now I’m owning my space.
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[Verse 2]
Fighting for survival, yeah, I seen the corners where we hustle,
Drugs in alleys, broken dreams stuffed in backpack struggles.
Police lights flashing, heart rate cracks like thunder,
Every setback a lesson, pulled me from the under.
Got my first check, bought my first chain, still I remember names,
Friends lost to the night, others swallowed by the games.
But success don’t erase, it magnifies the pain,
Now I shine so bright, but I know where water came.
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
They prayed I’d fail, but I built from that weight,
Made scars into medals — I’m changing the fate.
From cold streets to warm stages, city lights and praises,
Northside roots in my veins, that’s the life that raised us.
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[Chorus]
Northside of the P, made me fight to believe,
Every struggle, every tear, now it’s blessings I receive.
From the rain-soaked streets to the city lights I chase,
Turned my pain into power, now I’m owning my space.
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[Bridge]
Rain hits the window, reminds me where I come from,
Ghosts of that kid still standing, he’s proud of what I’ve become.
If life is the hardest fight, I’m still ready to run,
Northside of the P forever, I’m not done.
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[Final Chorus / Outro]
Northside of the P, made me fight to believe,
Every struggle, every tear, now it’s blessings I receive.
From the rain-soaked streets to the city lights I chase,
Turned my pain into power, now I’m owning my space.
Northside of the P… forever I breathe,
Every challenge, every fight, built the man I lead.
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