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Lyrics
[Verse]
Concrete jungle be takin' my kin,
Ashes to dust where our stories begin.
Shadows of homies, their voices refrain,
Echoes of laughter now drowned out in pain.
[Chorus]
Lost 'em to the streets, cold winds on my face,
Every corner whispers 'bout the silent embrace.
Gone too soon, angels ain't show grace,
Dreams fade fast in this ruthless chase.
[Verse 2]
Hustlin' was the anthem, survival our thing,
Flatlines shatter hope, let the church bells ring.
Polaroids on the wall hold the moments we knew,
Memories play games, turn vibrant to blue.
[Bridge]
Candles burn low on that cracked sidewalk,
Ghetto prayers mix with the siren talk.
Tatted on my skin, keep their names alive,
But it never fills the void from the days you die.
[Chorus]
Lost 'em to the streets, cold winds on my face,
Every corner whispers 'bout the silent embrace.
Gone too soon, angels ain't show grace,
Dreams fade fast in this ruthless chase.
[Verse 3]
Bullet wounds write stories headlines refuse,
War zones painted with my brothers' hues.
Liquor pours heavy, drown the ache and regret,
Inhale the memories I wish I'd forget.
Details
GeneratedApr 2, 2025
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
trap, rap, introspective, dark
Credits
Prompt by
losingcontrol.
losingcontrol.ModelAria v4
Prompt
A trap song about losing your homies too soon to the streets
