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Soul Searchin (Fast)

Orfan (SOLD)

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Not having a plan is the only way  



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2 cold

EchoStorms, Selina Baron - I Know

3)Broken

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Agony In Victory - Making The Beat In Description

Verse 1

I grew up where palm trees hide scars,
Where dreams often end up handcuffed by the police,
My mom prays for me, the neighborhood has already chosen me,
Here you walk straight or you don't walk at all, got it?
The walls speak in colors, red or blue, you have to decide,
A sideways glance, things can quickly escalate,
Brothers fall young, their names etched in concrete,
We survive more than we live, trapped in this zone,
The sun shines but the heart remains cold,
We learn early that trust will cost you dearly sometimes,
Lost angels hang around the corner,
Between an easy bill and a stray bullet

Chorus 

It's the street that raises us, the street that buries us,
In the city of angels, hell is on earth,
We dream of peace but we live under tension,
Los Angeles cries with every gunshot
The gangs do The law when hope crumbles,
We search for light in a world too dark,
If I fall tonight, remember my name,
I was just a lost child in this prison without walls called home

Verse 2

I saw brothers smile before leaving too soon,
A candle on the sidewalk, a T-shirt, a photo,
The elders say “stay strong,” but strong for how long?
When every day feels like a funeral,
The sirens wail louder than the birds,
The future often comes down to a coin toss, bro,
One wrong step, and it's prison or the cemetery,
Three letters on the heart, LA, but too much misery,
Gangs promise a family when you have none left,
A name, respect, even if everything is screwed up,
But every color has its price to pay,
And the blood on the asphalt never fades.

Chorus

It's the street that raises us, the street that buries us,
In the City of Angels, hell is on earth,
We dream of peace but live under tension,
Los Angeles weeps with every gunshot,
Gangs rule when hope crumbles,
We search for light in a world too dark,
If I fall tonight, remember my name,
I was just a lost child in this prison without walls called home

Bridge

Strings that weep like mothers in the cemetery,
Ghost choir for those who have no more prayers,
If God is watching us, what does he truly see?

Children playing at being men, armed too soon, too old

Verse 3

I rap for those who never had a microphone,
For dreams stifled by the noise of cars,
If I ever make it, it will be for my people,
Not for gold or glory, just to see tomorrow

Final Chorus

It's the streets that raise us, the streets that bury us,
In the City of Angels, hell is on earth,
We dream of peace but we live under tension,
Los Angeles cries with every gunshot
Even in the night, I'm still searching for redemption,
A path far from gangs, far from condemnation,
If my voice still echoes after the end,
Tell them we wanted to live… not just survive, huh

Outro

Los Angeles…
City of Angels…
But even angels bleed.

Angels on the Asphalt  US version

MONEY, MAKIN' MORE, MAKE YOU FEEL IMPORTANT 

RUN DIRTY  (PROD. PLAZID)

A llitle something for the dark days. We shall dance again soon.

XXII

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