Lyrics
[Verse]
Cornerstore dreams, pennies in my jeans
Mama cryin’ late night, haunted by the screams
Roaches in the cabinets, hunger in my veins
Life dealt a hand, but the cards bring pain
[Chorus]
Chain so heavy, can't lift my soul
Born in the fire, but the streets stay cold
Dreams feel distant, shackled to the grind
Lost in the struggle, peace I can't find
[Verse 2]
Hustle on the block, broke man’s ambition
Dope in my palm, prayers in submission
Cops rollin’ through, vultures in the sky
A ghetto lullaby where the angels don’t fly
[Bridge]
Hood tales echo, trapped in the smoke
Every shot fired, another dream broke
Friends turn ghosts, shadows in the breeze
Living just to die, begging for reprieve
[Verse 3]
Father figure absent, streets raise the kid
Every lesson taught from the things I did
Concrete jungle, lions in the prowl
Poverty’s grip got me screamin’ out loud
[Chorus]
Chain so heavy, can't lift my soul
Born in the fire, but the streets stay cold
Dreams feel distant, shackled to the grind
Lost in the struggle, peace I can't find
Style
hip hophip-hopstorytellingmale vocalsrapgritty
Prompt
A ghetto black man voice rapping about growing up poor, struggling, selling drugs, and not making it out the hood. With a Tupac and Scarface vibe to it, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Priest
PriestGeneratedJun 10, 2025
ModelAria v4
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