Street Synapse

Yeah.

Look.

A four-letter word carrying a heavy weight.

Keeps you standing up straight when it’s getting late.

Turn the lights down low,

let the static play.

Listen close to what I’m trying to say.

I used to

stare at the ceiling,

trapped in the dark

Trying to ignite a flame but couldn’t find a spark

Baggage on my shoulders,

weighing down my chest

Every single day felt like a brutal test People tell you "hold

on," but they don't know the grip

It takes to stay steady when you’re starting to slip

They look at the surface,

think you’re doing fine

While you’re fighting demons at the finish line.

But there’s a quiet whisper waking up the mind Telling you there's

something left for you to find

It’s not about the money or the superficial praise It’s about the

sun breaking through the haze.

Yeah, it's the anchor in the middle of the storm Keeping you

alive, keeping you warm

When the world tells you that you ought to quit

You look at the flame and you refuse to quit.

H-O-P-E, standing on the edge but I won’t fall

Holding onto something when I’m backed against the wall Yeah,

they can try to dim it,

try to lock the scope But you can’t kill a soul that

is living on hope Living on hope,

yeah. No, you can’t kill a soul that is living on hope.

It’s a necessary evil when you hit the floor

Rock bottom just teaches you to look for more

You gotta face the pain just to see the growth Can't expect

the harvest without the seeds of both

Every single scar tells a story of survival Chasing down the peace,

waiting on arrival

Look in the mirror,

see the person you became

Washing off the doubt,

stepping out the shame.

I’m mapping out the future,

moving past the past

Building up a foundation built to last For the kids in the

back who feel misunderstood

Thinking that they’ll never make it out the hood

Keep your head high,

don't you lose the faith

Even when you’re running at a slower pace

The road might be broken,

full of heavy twists

But hope is the reason that we still exist.

Yeah, we still exist.

Don't let 'em tell you it's a phase.

Don't let 'em tell you it's a lie.

Four letters.

One heartbeat.

Hope.

Yeah.