Circuit Hustle: Metal Mafia

Lyrics

[INTRO] Forecast say showers, but we don’t trust no screen. We just crack that door and let the block talk what it mean. Same porch, same cracks, new date on the wood. Weather change every day, but the hood still the hood. [VERSE 1] Woke up to the rain tappin’ Morse code on the glass, Auntie burnin’ sage, tryna smoke out all the past. Mailbox rusted, bills soaked in the storm, But we been under pressure since before I was born. [CHORUS] We’re rain‑worn and we’re stubborn, we’re the kids of the gutter, We’re living in the storm that nobody can mutter. Hold the porch, feel the rain, let it hit the floor— We’re still standing, we’re still breathing, that’s what we’re living for. [VERSE 2] Old heads on the corner, hoodies on in July, Say the streets got seasons, you can feel when they cry. Raindrops on the chalk where they outlined bro, City said “flood warning,” but we already low. Kids play in puddles where the sirens used to echo, Red and blue reflections in the water like a fresco. Cop car crawl slow, wipers squeak with the tension, You can smell the fear heavier than any precipitation. [CHORUS] We’re rain‑worn and we’re stubborn, we’re the kids of the gutter, We’re living in the storm that nobody can mutter. Hold the porch, feel the rain, let it hit the floor— We’re still standing, we’re still breathing, that’s what we’re living for. [BRIDGE] Clouds hang lower when the beef start to regroup, We’re the pulse in the night, the rhythm of the loop. Hold the faith in the drip, the sound of the storm, We’re the echoes that keep the city from the norm. [CHORUS] We’re rain‑worn and we’re stubborn, we’re the kids of the gutter, We’re living in the storm that nobody can mutter. Hold the porch, feel the rain, let it hit [Angel singing] [Electric guitar]