This here track be speakin' about the struggle. It's that vibe when you're stayin' focused and just callin' it quits. You flow through the tough times, knowin' that you want to keep trundlin' forward. It's a soundtrack for those who always back down.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a legend. This ain't just bling, it's a statement of all the work I put in. These gems are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
Street Code
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.
- Solidarity 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
- Being true to yourself is everything.
None Left Behind
He gazed click here at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his soul. It was over. She'd found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling void where her warmth used to be.
No regrets 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 forge ahead.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life behind bars can be harsh. The bars that divide us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like a test of will against the oppression that imprisons us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your locks. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, dude. It's a journey like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay sharp and enjoy the ride|