Lyrics

I write these lines like a cry from within,

My pen bleeds, every word contains my fears.

I grew up between violence and light,

Where peace was rare like a father who remains proud.

The brothers fall, the mothers cry in silence,

We sell our dreams to survive, even if it means losing innocence.

Too much hatred in the eyes, too much fire in the fists,

But who reaches out to us when the heart cries out to the embrace?

I rap for those we forget, those we judge too quickly,

Those who sleep on concrete, but keep their heads dignified.

The chains have changed their shape, but they still hold us,

Prisons full, while the system sleeps.

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[Chorus]

You can take my life, but not my truth,

I have the soul of a warrior, fire in my veins, inherited.

For every tear we shed, I raise my voice for mine,

I represent the street, but I also carry the weight of his.

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[Verse 2]

I saw death in the eyes of a 16-year-old friend,

He smiled, but the world turned him off without dispute.

Who is talking about peace? When the war is daily,

And that the only laws we respect are those of hatred.

But I keep hope, even in the dark I see flames,

Like my mother's words, engraved in the depths of the soul.

I don't want to end up like them, in a corner, forgotten,

So I spit out my truths, until I'm out of breath.

The dreams of a ghetto are often made of ashes,

But I want to build an empire just with tender letters.

The street made me, hurt me, taught me,

But the love of the people, brother, is what makes me stand here.

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[Final Chorus]

You can take my life, but not my truth,

I have the soul of a warrior, fire in my veins, inherited.

For every tear we shed, I raise my voice for mine,

I represent the street, but I also carry the weight of his.