Street Lessons

Dark beat, raw street vibe, intense realism, deep bass, slow, heavy lyricism, introspective tone, ‑Rock, ‑guitare

V3.5

Verse 1

Frost on my breath, hands cold and cracked,
Out here on the corner where dreams turn black.
They sold us that bullshit, sayin' school’s the key,
But left us out to rot, blind and empty.
Teachers talkin' like they know my life,
While I’m out here, sharpenin’ a fuckin’ knife.
Seen too many kids just disappear,
Learned young, ain't no savin' us here.
Through windows, I watch families laugh and feast,
While I'm hustlin' hard, fightin' these beasts.

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Verse 2

A ghost in class, just another stat,
They told me to aim high, but where’s the fuckin' map?
Invisible kid, shoved to the side,
No path, no guide, just scars to hide.
Books don’t teach shit about real life,
Where every breath cuts sharper than a knife.
Scars on my fists, lessons in pain,
A lifetime of hustlin' just to stay in the game.
Out here we build empires that burn,
Paid in blood, with nothin' to earn.

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Bridge

Eyes on the pavement, where hope’s been bled,
Every damn lesson in blood and dread.
No fairy tales, no promises kept,
Just silence and shadows where dreams slept.

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Verse 3

Mom’s lost in bottles, Dad’s long gone,
Left me with nothin’ but fightin' to carry on.
Christmas lights glow in houses I’ll never know,
While I freeze my ass off, watchin’ the snow.
Stomach empty, heart turned cold,
The street’s my teacher, in lessons untold.
I learned fast, fuck the bright lights,
Survivin' here where hope takes flight.

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Verse 4

I’m just a shadow, a ghost on these blocks,
Passin' through lives while watchin' the clock.
Found wisdom in brawls, truth in scars,
Life’s hard, written in these bars.
Seen brothers drop, swallowed by the grind,
Locked in chains they’ll never unwind.
Out here, we’re taught to survive and endure,
Dreams ain’t shit but a curse, no cure.
This is my school, these streets my home,
Learned to survive, skin and bone.

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Outro

They preach about futures I’ll never touch,
While I hold onto scraps, but it ain’t much.
School left me empty, the streets filled my soul,
Learned life’s hard truths, takin' their toll.
I’m a product of shadows, no degree to claim,
But I hold my head high, despite the shame.
Street lessons carved deep, scars that don’t fade,
In a world that forgot me, where memories degrade.

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Verse 1 Frost on my breath, hands cold and cracked, Out here on the corner where dreams turn black. They sold us that bullshit, sayin' school’s the key, But left us out to rot, blind and empty. Teachers talkin' like they know my life, While I’m out here, sharpenin’ a fuckin’ knife. Seen too many kids just disappear, Learned young, ain't no savin' us here. Through windows, I watch families laugh and feast, While I'm hustlin' hard, fightin' these beasts. --- Verse 2 A ghost in class, just another stat, They told me to aim high, but where’s the fuckin' map? Invisible kid, shoved to the side, No path, no guide, just scars to hide. Books don’t teach shit about real life, Where every breath cuts sharper than a knife. Scars on my fists, lessons in pain, A lifetime of hustlin' just to stay in the game. Out here we build empires that burn, Paid in blood, with nothin' to earn. --- Bridge Eyes on the pavement, where hope’s been bled, Every damn lesson in blood and dread. No fairy tales, no promises kept, Just silence and shadows where dreams slept. --- Verse 3 Mom’s lost in bottles, Dad’s long gone, Left me with nothin’ but fightin' to carry on. Christmas lights glow in houses I’ll never know, While I freeze my ass off, watchin’ the snow. Stomach empty, heart turned cold, The street’s my teacher, in lessons untold. I learned fast, fuck the bright lights, Survivin' here where hope takes flight. --- Verse 4 I’m just a shadow, a ghost on these blocks, Passin' through lives while watchin' the clock. Found wisdom in brawls, truth in scars, Life’s hard, written in these bars. Seen brothers drop, swallowed by the grind, Locked in chains they’ll never unwind. Out here, we’re taught to survive and endure, Dreams ain’t shit but a curse, no cure. This is my school, these streets my home, Learned to survive, skin and bone. --- Outro They preach about futures I’ll never touch, While I hold onto scraps, but it ain’t much. School left me empty, the streets filled my soul, Learned life’s hard truths, takin' their toll. I’m a product of shadows, no degree to claim, But I hold my head high, despite the shame. Street lessons carved deep, scars that don’t fade, In a world that forgot me, where memories degrade.

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