Street Scriptures

**Street Scriptures** *(Intro)* Yo, listen close… The streets, they speak in whispers, but I hear the roar, Wisdom wrapped in gunshots, I walk through that door. Been through hell, felt the heat on my skin, This life is a Bible, and I’m reading it again. Yeah… *(Verse 1)* Seen my brother fall, like leaves off the tree, Fuhk a fairytale, ain't no peace in these streets, Ain't no room for slackers, ain’t no love for a weak, Only loyalty matters when you play for keeps. Ooh, this life painted grim, Lessons learned in shadows, every scar is a hymn. Yeah, the struggle ain’t a choice, it’s a part of the fate, Got me hustlin’ hard, while the world just waits. *(Chorus)* These are my street scriptures, inked in pain, All the blood, sweat, and tears, embedded in my veins. Yeah, the struggle, it’s real, ain’t no way to pretend, Each verse a reflection of the life that we spend. Hey… for my n1ggas who ain’t here, We carry your stories, in our hearts, crystal clear. *(Verse 2)* Fuhked up nights, with the moon as my guide, Wasn’t just surviving; I was learning to ride. Ooh, the weight of the world, like bricks on my chest, But hope never dies, it just fights through the rest. Yeah, we stitched up our wounds with the threads of our dreams, In a city full of schemes, we work as a team. Betrayal was a teacher, taught me well how to see, Who’s really for me, and who’s just a flea. *(Chorus)* These are my street scriptures, inked in pain, All the blood, sweat, and tears, embedded in my veins. Yeah, the struggle, it’s real, ain’t no way to pretend, Each verse a reflection of the life that we spend. Ooh… for my n1ggas who ain’t here, We carry your stories, in our hearts, crystal clear. *(Bridge)* Muthafuhkers don’t get it, no, they just live in the past, But the streets, they teach lessons, gotta learn ‘em fast. Harmony in chaos, yeah, the beat keeps us strong, We rise from the ashes, where we all belong. Yeah… *(Outro)* So listen up close, let these words resonate, The streets are my Bible, and I’m still turning fate. With every bar I spit, representin' my kin, This is how we survive, where the story begins. Ni-gga, for the struggle, for the love, for the pain, These are my street scriptures, embedded in my veins.