This here track be speakin' check here about the struggle. It's that energy when you're keepin' ahead and barely givin' up. You groove through the obstacles, knowin' that you want to keep trundlin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always quit.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my arm, they tell a tale. This ain't just hardware, it's a sign of all the hustle I put in. These gems are evidence that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
The Rules of the Street
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Friendship is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Keeping it ???? is everything.
No Love Lost
He looked at the crumpled note, her script burning into his vision. It was over. It had found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Perhaps. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling void where her warmth used to be.
No second thoughts lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a heartbreak that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life behind bars can be brutal. The bars that confine us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the cruelty that holds us captive. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a freedom like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay safe and enjoy the ride|