Turned Struggle Into a Win

Conscious Hip-Hop, Soul Rap, 90s Boom Bap

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(Intro)
(Deep sub bass rolls in, soulful vocal sample humming in the background)
Yeah... for everybody who came from nothing...
Raised by a queen when the streets were cold...
Listen close.
(Verse 1)
Cold wind blowing down the block, asphalt gray
Saw my first fight at the corner store today
Drugs in the alley, stomach rumbling deep
Counting up the nights that we barely got to sleep
Never took a dime that wasn't mine to claim
Never let the hustle put a stain upon my name
Looked outside the window, saw the shadows in the dark
Trying not to let the cold world steal my spark.
(Chorus)
(Bass drops heavy, soul sample swells)
Through the hunger and the fights, we stood tall
When the rain hit the pavement, we gave it all
Grandma held the house down, kept the family fed
Taught us how to be tough, remembered what she said
Never steal, keep your head up, stay true to the end
That's how we turned struggle into a win.
(Verse 2)
Grandmama’s kitchen smelled like hot collard greens
Holding down the fort with a heart made of steel
She said, "Boy, listen close to the truth I reveal:
You can lose every dollar, you can lose every suit,
But your honor is the branch that protects your root."
She gave us discipline, put the plate on the table
Taught us how to be taught, stay strong and stay able.
(Chorus)
(Bass drops heavy, soul sample swells)
Through the hunger and the fights, we stood tall
When the rain hit the pavement, we gave it all
Grandma held the house down, kept the family fed
Taught us how to be tough, remembered what she said
Never steal, keep your head up, stay true to the end
That's how we turned struggle into a win.
(Verse 3)
Now I walk down the block with my head held high
Looking at the stars in the midnight sky
No hand-me-down shortcuts, no taking the bait
We built our own path at the garden gate
A survivor of the struggle, a product of the grace
Every line on her hands, every smile on her face
We made it through the fire, never bowed to the street
With a heart full of pride and the heavy bass beat.
(Outro)
(Sub bass slowly fades out with a warm Rhodes chord)
Yeah... thank you, Grandma.
We winners forever.

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(Intro) (Deep sub bass rolls in, soulful vocal sample humming in the background) Yeah... for everybody who came from nothing... Raised by a queen when the streets were cold... Listen close. (Verse 1) Cold wind blowing down the block, asphalt gray Saw my first fight at the corner store today Drugs in the alley, stomach rumbling deep Counting up the nights that we barely got to sleep Never took a dime that wasn't mine to claim Never let the hustle put a stain upon my name Looked outside the window, saw the shadows in the dark Trying not to let the cold world steal my spark. (Chorus) (Bass drops heavy, soul sample swells) Through the hunger and the fights, we stood tall When the rain hit the pavement, we gave it all Grandma held the house down, kept the family fed Taught us how to be tough, remembered what she said Never steal, keep your head up, stay true to the end That's how we turned struggle into a win. (Verse 2) Grandmama’s kitchen smelled like hot collard greens Holding down the fort with a heart made of steel She said, "Boy, listen close to the truth I reveal: You can lose every dollar, you can lose every suit, But your honor is the branch that protects your root." She gave us discipline, put the plate on the table Taught us how to be taught, stay strong and stay able. (Chorus) (Bass drops heavy, soul sample swells) Through the hunger and the fights, we stood tall When the rain hit the pavement, we gave it all Grandma held the house down, kept the family fed Taught us how to be tough, remembered what she said Never steal, keep your head up, stay true to the end That's how we turned struggle into a win. (Verse 3) Now I walk down the block with my head held high Looking at the stars in the midnight sky No hand-me-down shortcuts, no taking the bait We built our own path at the garden gate A survivor of the struggle, a product of the grace Every line on her hands, every smile on her face We made it through the fire, never bowed to the street With a heart full of pride and the heavy bass beat. (Outro) (Sub bass slowly fades out with a warm Rhodes chord) Yeah... thank you, Grandma. We winners forever.

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