Dry song 7

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Peaches remix

The Morning Begins To Dim

one two buclke

Yeah, I rise from the pavement, concrete jungle where I'm bred,
Hustle's in my veins, survival's in my head,
Grit and grind my story, every scar's a chapter read,
Streets ain't got no mercy, it's a fight for daily bread.

Raised in the shadows, where the strong survive,
Cold stares and hot lead, that's how we thrive,
Stacking paper, dodging danger, every single night,
From the bottom to the top, we're gonna claim our right.

(Pre-Chorus)
Survival of the fittest, that's the code we live by,
Hood royalty, ain't no room for the shy,
We ride together, united side by side,
In this concrete jungle, we're kings, no need to hide.

(Chorus)
From the alleys to the block, hear our battle cry,
Hustle, heart, and honor, as the bullets fly,
Living hard, living fast, ain't no asking why,
In this hard-ass hood, we're born to multiply.

(Verse 2)
Cops on our tail, but we outsmart the chase,
Scheming for a better life, this ain't no simple race,
Got homies by my side, through the thick and thin,
Gonna rise above the struggle, watch the cycle spin.

Guns cocked and loaded, ready for the showdown,
Mama told me stay strong, so I wear the crown,
Got scars on my body, tattoos on my soul,
In this concrete jungle, we're on a journey to control.

(Bridge)
Late nights on the corner, under flickering lights,
Dealing with the devils, trading sleepless nights,
No silver spoons, just hard-knock lessons,
In this unforgiving hood, we make our own blessings.

(Chorus)
From the alleys to the block, hear our battle cry,
Hustle, heart, and honor, as the bullets fly,
Living hard, living fast, ain't no asking why,
In this hard-ass hood, we're born to multiply.

(Outro)
So raise your fists high, let the world know our name,
From the bottom to the top, we claim our fame,
In the struggle and the hustle, we find our flame,
This hard-ass hood's our story, forever unchained.

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