Fremantle Tuesdays (Street Rap Mix)

[Verse 1] Down on the streets of Fremantle town, Where the ocean breeze meets the hard, cold ground. Hungry souls with tired eyes, walking day by day, Searching through the struggle for a brighter way. But every Tuesday evening when the sun goes low, And every Saturday morning with its golden glow… [Chorus] Give to be given, open up your hands, Share what you have with your fellow man. Hearts wide open on these Fremantle streets, Portuguese crew brings love that feeds. Dinner on Tuesday, breakfast on Saturday, Warm meals and warmer smiles chase the pain away. Give to be given, let kindness flow free— What you pour out comes back to thee. [Verse 2] They come with open hearts, no judgment, just grace, Tables of compassion in this busy place. Coffee steaming, bread is broken, stories spun around, Bars over beats rising off the concrete ground. From distant shores the Portuguese crew arrives, Turning simple giving into hope that thrives. [Chorus] Give to be given, open up your hands, Share what you have with your fellow man. Hearts wide open on these Fremantle streets, Portuguese crew brings love that feeds. Dinner on Tuesday, breakfast on Saturday, Warm meals and warmer smiles chase the pain away. Give to be given, let kindness flow free— What you pour out comes back to thee. [Bridge] It’s more than food, it’s dignity restored, A hand held out, a soul that’s no longer ignored. When we give without expecting, heaven starts to move, Blessings multiply in ways we can’t undo. The streets remember every act of love, And God above smiles down from heaven’s throne. [Final Chorus] Give to be given, let Fremantle sing, Every Tuesday, every Saturday, hear the cypher ring! Portuguese crew, keep opening those doors, Healing hearts on these streets and so much more. Give to be given, pass it on today— The circle of love will light the darkest way.