This here track be touchin' on the struggle. It's that feeling when you're pushin' focused and barely callin' it quits. You flow through the ups and downs, knowin' that you want to keep trundlin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always back down.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand visions. Every flick of my arm, they tell a story. This ain't just hardware, it's a statement of all the work I put in. These diamonds are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
Street Code
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped read more with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Solidarity is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Keeping it ???? is everything.
Not A Single Tear Shed
He gazed at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his soul. It was over. They'd left without a trace. There was no explanation. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Perhaps. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling absence where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd tried his hardest. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life within these walls can be unforgiving. The concrete that confine us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the system that surrounds us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Cruisin' on Top
This ain't just about the fancy wheels, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're living life in the fast lane, friend. It's a journey like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay steady and enjoy the ride|