This here track be about the grind. It's that energy when you're pushin' ahead and barely givin' here up. You groove through the tough times, knowin' that you need to keep trundlin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always back down.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my arm, they tell a tale. This ain't just ice, it's a statement of all the work I put in. These stones are evidence that I made it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
The Rules of the Street
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Friendship is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Honesty goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Staying authentic is everything.
Not A Single Tear Shed
He gazed at the crumpled note, her script burning into his vision. It was over. She'd left without a trace. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No regrets lingered in his mind. He'd tried his hardest. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and forge ahead.
No love lost.
Trapped Within The Cage
Life behind bars can be brutal. The concrete that confine us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the system that holds us captive. Yet, even in this desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the smokin' chariot, man. It's about that vibe when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're living life in the fast lane, dude. It's a freedom like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay steady and enjoy the journey|