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