The Hustle Chronicles

Lyrics: Miss Music: Miss Arranger: Miss Dusty streets where the wolves prowl, schemes sharpened Life's roulette, dodgin’ every hollowed cartridge Graffiti tales on the brick, unspoken scripture Survival sketchin’ ahood's vivid picture Citybreathin' through cracked asphalt, heartbeats sync Corner poets hood rich, ink bleeds on shrink Copped chainsswingin', ambition in the cut Money trees grow where the dreams stay shut Sippin’ liquid gold from chipped cups, hustler’ s code Dark clouds spit rain, blessings corrode We rise from the grime, shine through murk Streetlights pave the way, elevated work Old heads sit back, weave war stories crisp Scarred knuckles, history in a clenched fist Concrete jungles echo with silent screams Every grain of grit paints shattered dreams Corner stores stock hopes beneath the neon blink Cold shoulders turn, famished eyes never blink Bricks house dreams, plaster cracked with sin Melancholy melodies play, a violin’ s thin Struggle stitched in threads of every worn hoodie Truths untold in the silence of the floody Resilience rooted deep in theheart's soil From crumbs to conquests, our blood, sweat, toil