Lyrics
[Verse]
The gate creaks open the world feels wide
His swagger returns but the streets have died
No chalkboard lessons no books to cite
But he’s learned the rules in the dead of night
[Chorus]
Graduate of the streets where the shadows talk
Diploma in hustle with a silent walk
No ceremony no cap no gown
Just a crown of scars from a city's frown
[Verse 2]
The asphalt whispers the code is clear
Respect the hustle don’t show your fear
A language spoken in nods and stares
It’s a jungle out there but he’s well-prepared
[Bridge]
Fists were his pens scars were his ink
He learned to survive before he could think
Now the concrete jungle’s a different maze
But he’s still a master of its hidden ways
[Chorus]
Graduate of the streets where the shadows talk
Diploma in hustle with a silent walk
No ceremony no cap no gown
Just a crown of scars from a city's frown
[Verse 3]
A new set of rules but the game’s the same
Survival’s the prize it’s a ruthless game
He’s seen the worst but he wears it proud
The school of the streets taught him to stand out
Style
grittyrhythmicurban
Prompt
Street wise guy come out of prison to face different streets where are those rules that nobody wrote for you to see but you know them when you are slickhe has graduated from the school of the streets
Credits
Prompt by
BROmas
BROmasGeneratedMay 25, 2025
ModelAria v4
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