Iron City by Kane Ryder

[Intro] (Kane Ryder) (Iron city) (Koassar, you know what it is) (We don’t play) [Verse 1] From the depths of Koassar, I was born in the grind, Came up in the slums, now I'm out of my mind, Ain't no room for the weak, survival's a sign, That you made it through hell, where the light don't shine. I seen the Palace from the gutter, all gold and clean, But the streets tell a different story, real and mean, Where they hustle for bread, fightin' for the dream, But the system’s set up to split you at the seams. Grew up fast, learned the rules, no delay, Got the heart of a lion, I'm built for the fray, If you step to me, best watch what you say, Kane Ryder in the Iron City, no games I play. [Chorus] Iron City, where the walls don’t bend, From the slums to the Palace, it’s all pretend, Where the streets get cold, and the nights don’t end, Iron City, we break but never bend. (Iron City, Iron City) (Iron City, Iron City) [Verse 2] On the blocks of Koassar, every man’s for himself, Ain’t no handouts here, had to build my own wealth, Taught to fight, never trust, I don’t lean on no help, In this jungle, you’re prey, or you make 'em all melt. I’ve been in the gutter, but my mind stayed sharp, Dodging the feds and the snakes in the dark, Every step that I take, every beat, every spark, Is a reminder I ain’t finishin’ where I start. The Market District’s hungry, the Slums stay tight, While the Low District’s shining under neon lights, But they don’t know the pain, they don’t know the fight, Kane Ryder, I’m the voice of the street at night. [Chorus] Iron City, where the walls don’t bend, From the slums to the Palace, it’s all pretend, Where the streets get cold, and the nights don’t end, Iron City, we break but never bend. (Iron City, Iron City) (Iron City, Iron City) [Bridge] From the Crafters’ hands to the dealers’ block, From the rich to the poor, this city don’t stop, The game’s rigged, but I’m risin’ to the top, Koassar's mine, and I’m claimin’ my spot. [Chorus] Iron City, where the walls don’t bend, From the slums to the Palace, it’s all pretend, Where the streets get cold, and the nights don’t end, Iron City, we break but never bend. (Iron City, Iron City) (Iron City, Iron City) [Outro] (Kane Ryder, Koassar’s son) (Iron City, we break but never bend)