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Streets Don't Love You 3

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Empty No More FT Rick Rogers

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[Verse 1]
Came from nothin’, nights cold, pockets empty and torn,
Walked through storms, felt the struggle since I was born.
Now they watch me shine, eyes twisted with envy,
Talkin’ behind backs, thinkin’ they can bend me.
Every step I took, every risk I braved,
Built this life, this empire, from the nights I stayed.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember this fact,
You made it from the ground, ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
It’s proof you rose higher, it’s proof you took your chance.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Verse 2]
They see the whips, the chains, the racks I stack,
But they don’t see the nights I spent fightin’ to get back.
Cold floors, empty meals, doubters all around,
Now they watch me rise, now they hear my sound.
Every scar, every loss, every sleepless night,
Turned into fuel, gave me focus, gave me might.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember the grind,
Every tear you shed, every time you stayed aligned.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
It’s proof you rose higher, it’s proof you took your chance.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Bridge]
It ain’t about flexin’, it ain’t about fame,
It’s about respect for yourself, remember your name.
Every struggle you faced, every tear you cried,
Turned into armor, sharpened the lion inside.
So don’t let eyes or whispers pull you down,
Your crown is heavy, but you earned that crown.
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember your rise,
Look ’em in the face, and let fire fill your eyes.

[Verse 3]
Now I walk tall, skyline in my view,
Every move I make, every goal I pursue.
They can suss, they can doubt, but I ain’t phased,
Built my empire, earned respect, set the world ablaze.
Every sleepless night, every risk I braved,
Brought me here today, my hustle paved the way.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember this song,
You fought, you rose, and you’ve been strong all along.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Outro]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
Taught me patience, gave me power, gave me my chance.
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember your name,
Street-born, ambition-made — you’ve risen to claim your fame.

When They Look at You Funny

Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten ... or not :p

- - - all related articles can be found below the lyrics - - -

The lyrics of this week:
Snap your fingers, feel the street pulse,
City lights flicker, ghosts in waltz.
From the alley to the skyline’s ring,
Hear the clash — the world’s undoing.

In Athens the sirens blared, workers struck for thirteen-hour days,
Greek ferries still, the city still, revolt in ancient ways.
Meanwhile in Stockholm a phantom bus roams out at night,
No driver seen, no ticket beep — just headlights in moonlight.

Beijing time cracked — China says the USA hacked their clock,
“42 cyber-tools” in the night — watch your seconds tick and drop.
In Manila students walked out, corruption’s smell in the hall,
They painted walls with truth and spite, university doors fall.

Click-clack shoes on the cobblestone floor,
Ghosts get paid when the crowd wants more.
Zombies in tuxedos snap to the tune,
Saxophones wail under pumpkin moon.
Spirits sippin’ coffee in a late-night bar,
Jazz hands shimmer where the weird folks are.
Laugh through the chaos, hum through the fright,
World gone spooky — we swing through the night!

In Dublin flames rose, asylum centre in the glare,
Flares, bottles, chaos mix — “Us first!” the angry air.
In Paris the “Block Everything” folks chanted, disrupted pay and plan,
Strikes and sit-ins in the metro, French revolt wears no mask or scan.

In Tokyo a museum’s hall whispered footsteps in dark rooms,
Ghost tours booked out, lights flicker, horror hums in old tombs.
And in Portland, Oregon — yes USA but this one playful chill —
Costumed frogs and dinosaur suits protest with weird skill.

Click-clack shoes on the cobblestone floor...

A comet trails above the desert, meteors ready to rain,
Radar spies the Draconids, midnight sky to terrify the brain.
In San Marino’s vampire museum, horns and hooves in the night,
Krampus glare behind the glass — you might not sleep just right.

In Budapest they find ritual marks in castles old and worn,
Daisy wheels, hexafoils, walls cursed since early morn.
And in Lima the water riots broke out — pipes dry, maps soaked,
Residents in colourful chaos, hope and anger provoked.

strike, night, myth, fright,
frog, mask, protest, last,
time, crime, ghost, host,
comet, rocket, drip, flip,
blocks, knocks, clocks, shocks,
riot, diet, shout, pout,
crawl, shawl, wall, fall,
growl, howl, owl, prowl.

Click-clack shoes on the cobblestone floor...

Week 43 rolled in with a grin and a shiver,
Ghosts of systems, clocks a-twitchin’, the world’s got a quiver.
Protests, devils, meteor trails and mask parades,
We ride the weird, we drop the beat — the rap crusade.

Links to the stories:
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/oct/01/general-strike-against-13-hour-day-brings-greece-to-a-halt
https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/european-protesters-block-traffic-vandalise-shops-after-gaza-aid-flotilla-2025-10-02/
https://arxiv.org/abs/2509.25639
https://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_2025_No_Kings_protests
https://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/2025_Philippine_anti-corruption_protests

NewsHop - week 43 of 2025

[Intro]
Ils ont sali mon nom
La guerre a éclaté après qu’on soit partis
Mais c’est mon adresse qu’ils ont prise comme point de départ
1487 Raymond — brûlé, déchiré, marqué à vie
C’était plus une maison… c’était une scène de crime

[Verse 1]
J'étais jeune à St. Pat’s, trop bruyant pour leur monde clean
Ils m’ont poussé dehors comme si j’étais un film
On a quitté la province, cherché l’air dans l’Okanagan
Mais même là-bas, le chaos trouvait son chemin, man

Le patch saignait, même à distance ça collait
Mon nom restait dans les bouches comme si j’étais en paix
Mais j’étais en B.C., pendant qu’la guerre frappait Québec
Et c’est ma maison d’enfance qu’ils ont réduite en cendres, mec

[Chorus]
J’suis toujours debout, même si ça saigne
Même si les patchs reviennent, même si les murs témoignent
Ils ont voulu m’effacer, me salir, me tordre
Mais j’suis l’symbole de c’qu’ils peuvent pas mordre

J’suis toujours debout
Toujours debout

[Verse 2]
Dans l’Ouest, c’était pareil — Kelowna à Vancouver
Des meurtres, des deals, la rue devenait plus dure
Pis pendant qu’le Québec brûlait en silence
Mon nom devenait légende sans mon existence

Ils disent que j’étais là — mais j’étais plus là
C’est mon passé qu’ils ont crucifié pour leurs lois
La maison a brûlé, les souvenirs avec
Mais j’suis toujours là, plus vivant que leurs textes

[Bridge]
Vous m’avez jugé sur des rumeurs
Sur des ruines et des flammes, sans voir le cœur
Mais j’suis pas votre histoire de gang
J’suis le gars qui revient, sans badge, sans bang

[Chorus]
J’suis toujours debout, même si ça saigne
Même si les patchs reviennent, même si les murs témoignent
Ils ont voulu m’effacer, me salir, me tordre
Mais j’suis l’symbole de c’qu’ils peuvent pas mordre

J’suis toujours debout
Toujours debout

[Outro]
La maison est partie — mais moi j’suis resté
Pas dans les flammes, mais dans chaque vérité
Francis — pas leur fantôme
Mais le survivant qu’ils peuvent pas cloner

Toujours Debout..

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