Footsteps in the dark where the streetlights quit Every corner got a story, every story got a split Raised by the rail lines, sparks on the steel Learned quick who’s fake, learned quicker what’s real Handshake cold, but the hunger stay hot City talk loud when you ain’t got a lot They draw lines in chalk, say “pick your lane” Same block, same breath, different kind of pain Wrong side, but it’s mine, I ain’t movin’ tracks Same grind, same scars, never turn my back Wrong side, hear the truth in the cracks If you know, you know—this the side that fights back Windows talk slick but they never come down Dreams get heavy when you carry this town No silver spoon, just a mic and a pen Write my way out, or die where I stand Ain’t no map for this route we on Just faith in the beat and the night till dawn Wrong side, but it’s mine, I ain’t movin’ tracks Same grind, same scars, never turn my back Wrong side, hear the truth in the cracks If you know, you know—this the side that fights back Tracks don’t bend for the wishin’ So we build where we stand, and listen
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