Through the pain

Hustlin' for change amidst the harsh light Shadows creep, rough me steep, might

Through the pain and through the night Sky through for more, we keep our spirits in sight

Keep your head up, don't let them see you fall Keep it with nothing, you stand tall

Mama worked hard, two jobs just to survive But the streets whisper lies, making us feel alive

Dead pictures in alleys dark, shadows that whisper The promises of gold, but they cut like a scissor

We see the dealers flash, the shining of the door But every quick fix means a future unsure

Gators or graves, we need something more In these broken streets, we're on fields of fure

Survival's a dance on a razor's edge We fight for tomorrow by standing on bench

The systems forget, but we make our plans to lift up Our brothers from the life's sharp wedge

Keep your head up, don't let them see you fall Keep it with nothing, you stand tall