Street Chronicles

Concrete jungle, where the roaches hustle

Dreams crumble, sound of the Glock’s muffle

Every corner got a story, blood on the bricks

Money in duffels, loyalty’s a bag of tricks

Hood sermons preached over chain-link choirs

Ambition burns hotter than the streetlight fires

Cash rules everything, even love’s for hire

Pawns in the game, where the king’s a liar

Street life, no rewind, no rewind

Dodging death, walking blind, walking blind

The block is my altar, my sins defined

Street life, no rewind, no rewind

Graffiti scriptures on abandoned walls

Cops creeping slow, shadows stretch tall

Mama’s prayers heavy, but the devil calls

Dice roll fates, every homie’s bound to fall

Echoes of sirens, soundtrack to survival

Trust is a weapon, sharper than a rival

Born into war zones, no peace revival

Legacy’s a chalk line, your name on the vinyl

Broken bottles, dreams in the gutter

Every step forward feels like another stutter

Promises of gold, but the truth will mutter

Chains on my neck, but my soul won’t shutter