So check the story of a young man's fate He was raised in a violent home,
Where all the love was late Single momma barely home, she out tryna provide
In the shadow of despair, tryna find him a sign
Lack of a father, got him seekin' refuge in the street
Where the icy concrete, hold his own heartbeat No role models, just corners and blocks
Where them dreams crumble and they get replaced by gunshots
Shells hotter than pots A product of his environment, ain't no room to breathe
And the city got his grip on him, where the hopes deceive
Now he torn between survival and the struggle for peace
He done hit the block runnin', chasin' that paper at least
Shorty trusted the wrong people, got embraced
By the night Sellin' dreams full of gold, but they wrapped up tight
Fast cars, bright lights, now he livin' the
Dream But the smoke and mirrors, clearly they ain't
All what they seem Now he sittin' in a cell with the bars cold
As steel The reflections of his choices got too real to conceal
Tasted freedom after a while, but the street
Called him back Homey only knew the hustle, kept replayin
the track Now he back into the grind and the cycle repeats
It's the life on the edge, he like dancin' with deceit
Got his paper stacked high, but his friendship's fake
In the corner, lurked the vipers, tryin' to murder and take
Got set up by those he called his real brothers-in-arms
Got betrayed by loyalty and the apparent alarms
Robbed of his dreams, stripped the man down of his pride
In the alley, darkest night, where the illusions subside
He knew the streets wouldn't forgive, they gon' take, they gon' claim
A life lost in the pursuit of the street, glory and fame
No redemption, it's just echoes of pain No reassurance when a youngin' is slain
You know the game
It's just a cautionary tale
Of the streets and its guides
We're illusions shatter lives, revealing' all the lies
It's the concrete jungle, a trust is just a thread
He felt victim to the street, and now the dirt is his bed
