[Intro: spoken sample style] "Yo… life in the projects ain’t no fairy tale… cops on our necks, system never cared…" [Verse 1] Yo, concrete jungle, blood drippin’ on the pavement, Cops roll deep, huntin’ brothers like enslavement. Sirens screamin’ loud, mama cryin’ every night, System crooked as a snake, justice blind, no sight. Politicians eatin’ steak while the poor stay starvin’, Shakin’ hands with dealers, dirty money, that’s the bargain. Zombies on the block, needles stuck in they veins, Whole hood sufferin’, drownin’ deep in the pain. [interlude turntablism] [Hook] Ain’t no love in the gutter, every day’s a new war, Knocks on the door, cops kickin’ down the poor. We bleed, we hustle, still stuck in the scheme, In the land of the free but that’s just a dream. [Verse 2] Eyes red from the smoke, fiends lurk in the shadows, Shorties pushin’ weight, tryna grind off the gravel. Every block got a ghost, every street got a story, Dead homies in the wind, no peace, no glory. Rats in the sewer, same rats wearin’ suits, They legislatin’ hate while they harvestin’ the loot. From Harlem to Brooklyn, Compton to Queens, America the beast, still rippin’ up dreams. [solo scratching session] [Outro: spoken word, gritty tone] "Yo… they poison the youth, keep chains on our mind… But we rise through the struggle, like warriors in time…"
