

Prompt / Lyrics
[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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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.
Tags
Hard-hitting hip-hop/R&B from Portland, deep vocals, 808 bass, gritty stories of struggle & triumph — Northside
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10/5/2025