[Technical: 48kHz, No Artifacts] [Intro] Crowded streets, but no one sees, Words like knives cut through the breeze. Hands raised high, but not to greet, This ain't the rhythm we need to keep. [Verse] Pushed past a kid with untied shoes, Another fight makes the evening news. Sirens hum like a broken choir, Every corner burns hotter than wire. A man shouts, "Move!" at a mother with bags, Her arms too full to carry her flags. Sidewalk splits under heavy feet, Where's the love on this concrete beat? [Pre-Chorus] We all talk loud but ain't nothing heard, The quiet dies beneath the curse words. Fists get thrown where kindness fades, But who's gon' build when we just break? [Chorus] How we gonna grow when we don't listen? How we gonna heal if respect is missing? We tear apart what we could mend, A cycle spinning that won't end. Can we step back, can we rewind? Find the part where we left love behind? [Verse] Gas station lot’s got trash to the brim, Teenagers scrappin’, streetlights dim. A woman screams while a man walks past, Ain’t no heroes where the shadows cast. Corner preachers yell, but their words don’t land, Like pennies dropped in an empty can. Every face is a war disguise, But every war leaves us all paralyzed. [Pre-Chorus] We all talk loud but ain't nothing heard, The quiet dies beneath the curse words. Fists get thrown where kindness fades, But who's gon' build when we just break? [Chorus] How we gonna grow when we don't listen? How we gonna heal if respect is missing? We tear apart what we could mend, A cycle spinning that won't end. Can we step back, can we rewind? Find the part where we left love behind? [Bridge] Listen to the plea in the subway hum, To the sigh of the dad who ain't got enough. Hear the story in the scuff of shoes, Every scream starts from something bruised. We all want peace but hold onto rage, We lock ourselves in a smaller cage. Hands out open, need to collide, Not for a punch but to feel alive. [Chorus] How we gonna grow when we don't listen? How we gonna heal if respect is missing? We tear apart what we could mend, A cycle spinning that won't end. Can we step back, can we rewind? Find the part where we left love behind? [Outro] The pavement waits for softer steps, For voices calm, for no regrets. Can’t build a city where hearts don’t meet, Let’s change the rhythm on this cold street.
