Street kids rise...

Yeah… this one’s for the ones with dreams on the curbside..

You matter, lil’ homie — don’t forget that...

Woke up hungry, gray sky, same play, 
Mama said “pray,” I’m like “God, okay.” 
Sneakers talkin’, soles split wide, 
But the block still teach what school denied. 
Corner-store wisdom, late-night schemes, 
Heart too big for these hand-me-down dreams. 
Ain’t got much but a pen and fire, 
I’mma tag my name on the city wire. 

**We rise — hands high, no fear, no lie!** 
**We shine — even when the world runs dry!** 

No crown, no throne, no fame, no gold, 
Just kids with stories too deep to be told. 

“Rise — Shine — Hold your line!”
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Police lights flash like a bad movie scene,
Lost a bro last week — fifteen.
But the beat don’t stop, gotta keep on movin’,
Turn pain into bars, that’s how we provin’.
They call us trouble, but they never see,
The dreams we hide under poverty.
Future’s blurry, but we still try,
You can’t cage a soul that was born to fly.
....
**We rise — when the world don’t care,** 
**We shine — ’cause the hope’s still there!** 

No crown, no throne, no gold, no fold, 
Just truth in rhymes and hearts of gold. 

"Still here... still rise..."
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We ain’t broken! — *( No!)* 
We bend like steel! — *(Yeah!)* 
Every scar I wear — that’s how I heal! — *(Say what?!)* 
Street kids rise — that’s the deal! 

We ain’t broken, we bend like steel,
Every scar a sign that we still feel.
They say we lost — nah, we just real,
Street kids rise, that’s the deal.
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**We rise — yeah, every single day,** 
**We shine — you can’t take our light away!** 

No crown, just courage untold, 
Street kids rise, hearts made of gold! 

Keep your head up… keep your mic loud…

Your voice is your crown, your pain is your sound…

И.П.& Tigra Ar'ley  15.11.2025

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