Cold streets, hot dreams

Yeah… you already know what time it is.
London fog… cold air, hot dreams.
Let’s go.

Came from the ends where the block stays rough,
Rain don’t stop, but we built that tough,
Phone line jumpin’, man’s tryna come up,
Life’s just peaks and the valleys get stuck.

See — I walk at the pace of a London night,
Heart full of hope but my pockets stay tight,
Chat ‘bout moves, man I keep that light,
‘Cause talk too loud and you lose that sight.

Got dreams in my dome, no sleep for the weak,
Mum told me to pray when the road gets bleak,
Now I’m out here, man’s findin’ my peace,
Still sharp with my eyes, that’s a London piece.

Cold streets, warm dreams, that’s life in the fog,
Keep movin’ through the mist, can’t lose to the smog,
Heart beats, big schemes, still writin’ my log,
From the flats to the Thames, man’s breakin’ the odds.

Cold streets, warm dreams, I ain’t chasin’ no trend,
Every loss that I took just sharpened the pen,
Keep faith, hold ground, stay true to the end,
Man can’t fold when the world wanna bend.

South side raised, but I think too deep,
Every night got plans I can’t quite keep,
Man talk loud but they don’t sow seeds,
I been waterin’ pain, now I’m growin’ my peace.

Got boys in the trap, got friends in the suits,
One chases pounds, one searches for truth,
Two sides of the same coin, still youth,
Tryna make change but they want proof.

Bus stop talks ‘bout the dreams we chase,
Now I’m writin’ bars just to hold that place,
Ain’t fame, it’s faith, and the grind’s my mate,
From the fog to the flame, I dictate my fate.

Cold streets, warm dreams, that’s life in the fog,
Keep movin’ through the mist, can’t lose to the smog,
Heart beats, big schemes, still writin’ my log,
From the flats to the Thames, man’s breakin’ the odds.

Cold streets, warm dreams, I ain’t chasin’ no trend,
Every loss that I took just sharpened the pen,
Keep faith, hold ground, stay true to the end,
Man can’t fold when the world wanna bend.

Man talk game but they have no choice,
I don’t beg no hype, I just make that noise,
Came from a block with the sirens voice,
Every day’s a flip — wrong move, no choice.

Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on crud,
Seen man switch when they taste that mud,
Fake love, fake fam, fake buds in the stud’,
But I clock man quick, I ain't born in the club.

Still clean with the step, no creases, bruv,
Whole team eat good, no leeches, bruv,
Still street with the code, no breaches, bruv,
Talk tough online? Come see this, bruv.

Now the rain don’t faze, I’m built for the cold,
Gold in my soul, not the chain I hold,
Came from the gutter, but I walk that bold,
Cold streets, warm dreams — that’s real, not told.


23.10.2025

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