Lyrics

[Verse]
White boy driftin', raised by the corner store,
Concrete jungle, lions roar, tigers war.
Noodles in the pot, hunger knockin' at the door,
Gang taught the code, survival became the core.

[Verse 2]
Skin pale but the streets made him thick-skinned,
Fist fights, alley lights, where the stories begin.
From chalk outlines to cash within the tin,
Family wasn’t blood, it’s the ones who let him in.

[Chorus]
From the hood, he rose, shadows in his veins,
Dreams of escape, but loyalty remains.
Brick walls whisper truths, secrets in the chains,
Through the struggle, man, he learned to stake his claims.

[Verse 3]
Graffiti scriptures, block sermons on the wall,
Neighbors pack heat, cold winters, stand tall.
Loyal to the block, but the block’s a downfall,
Slingin’ hope in baggies, but hope ain't no cure-all.

[Bridge]
White boy, outsider, but he earned his stripes,
Late nights, streetlights, dodgin’ three-strike life.
One step from the grave, two from the knife,
Walkin' on a tightrope, tryna rewrite life.

[Verse 4]
Dice games in the back, whispers of a heist,
Hustle for a dollar, street code overpriced.
Tattooed past, scars never lookin' nice,
But the hood’s his story, the struggle’s precise.