factory grimes

Intro (Factory beats looped into a 2-step rhythm—sirens chopped as hi-hats) Step/Grime Fusion (Rhythmic, Syncopated) (Flow: Bouncy cadence, call-and-response ad-libs) Intro (Factory beats looped into a 2-step rhythm—sirens chopped as hi-hats) Verse 1 Ayy, born in the belly where steel screams, Dreams rust faster than rivets in rain. Concrete’s a cold kiss—no love, just pain, Poverty’s heirloom, we’re stuck in the frame. Hustle’s a language, fluent in scars, Skyline’s a cage made of smoke and jail bars. Debt’s the real boss—clock in, clock out, We’re gears in its gut, no doubt, no clout. Chorus Jungle of wires, hope’s a ghost story, Trapped in the matrix—no glory, no glory. Families fractured, lives on shuffle, City’s a beast—we hustle, we struggle. We chase light through the smog, feet bleed, But the game’s rigged—plant a new seed. Verse 2 School’s a dead end—trap door, no keys, Lessons in trauma, ABCs of PTSD. Gangs write the rules, blood ink on palms, Politicians snake-tongue—hiss, no balms. Addiction’s a rhythm, two-step to ruin, Streets hum a tune—you dance or you lose. Bridge But we’re the spark in the static—rewire the grid, Fists to the sky, tear the lid. Future’s a flicker—we fan it to flame, No chains, no masters—new name, new game. Outro (Factory sounds warp into a muted garage beat—then cut abruptly.)