Shadows of the Streets

[Intro] [Verse 1] Moonlight cuts through the alley’s teeth, cracks in the concrete bleed silent grief, Every shadow’s got a story to speak—b***d-stained sleeves, ghosts that never sleep. I walked these blocks with a hunger unseen, palms calloused, soul lean, chasing a dream, But the sirens scream, “Stay sharp, stay mean,” while the devil trades cash for my self-esteem. Lost my brother to a trigger’s kiss, now his laughter’s just an echo in the mist. We swore we’d rise, but the system’s fist grips tighter when you f***t the abyss… [Chorus] Ohhh, shadows of the streets, carry me home, Where the broken find light and the wounded can roam. Through the fire and the chains, I’ll rise from the foam— Redemption’s a hymn in these bones of stone. [Verse 2] We were kings without crowns, tearing fate from the ground, Shared a last cigarette, passed the bottle around. But temptation’s a viper with venom so sweet— One taste of power, and the brotherhood bleeds. Now I duck blue lights, write rhymes by the flame, Every scar on my chest screams a d**d man’s name. The money’s a lie, but the respect? It’s the same— Can’t escape the game when the streets know your face. [Chorus] Ohhh, shadows of the streets, carry me home, Where the broken find light and the wounded can roam. Through the fire and the chains, I’ll rise from the foam— Redemption’s a hymn in these bones of stone. [Verse 3] Mama’s tears built a altar in my chest, Every wrong turn I take, her prayers protest. I’m a sinner with a pen, scripting my confession— The road to heaven’s lined with bad decisions. They say “Repent,” but the past never dies, It’s a loop of old demons in rearview eyes. So I hustle with the guilt, trade pain for a price, Till the choir in my head sings, “Sacrifice…” [Bridge] (spoken/rap) Yo, the pavement’s a preacher—it don’t sugarcoat. Every crack’s a reminder: you bend or you broke. I asked the night, “When do we finally win?” It whispered back, “Redemption begins where the shadows end.” [Final Chorus] Ohhh, shadows of the streets, carry me home, Where the broken find light and the wounded can roam. Through the fire and the chains, I’ll rise from the foam— Redemption’s a hymn… and I’m almost gone. [Outro]