Hustle Creed

Yeah,

street level

Check the frequency

Back in the lab once again

Walking through the cold rain,

tracing my steps

Every single block holds a secret kept We write the history on

cracked concrete floors Behind iron gates and closed-up storefront doors Survival of

the fittest, yeah we know the code Navigating pathways down this heavy

road

It's the concrete jungle,

we try to survive

Keeping the flame and the spirit alive (uh-huh) From the pavement rise

to the golden crown Never let 'em drag our legacy down

Penning down my life on a crumpled page A young soul locked

inside a modern cage But the words break free like a sudden

spark Illuminating corners of the deepest dark

No guarantees on these winding streets Just the heavy rhythm of the

urban beats

(yeah,

keep it moving) It's the concrete jungle,

we try to survive

Keeping the flame and the spirit alive (uh-huh) From the pavement rise

to the golden crown Never let 'em drag our legacy down

Yeah

Just another chapter Leaving our mark

Westside, Eastside, worldwide

Peace