Hard Life

[Verse 1]
Yeah, livin' in Pharaoh's shadows, grindin' heavy, no bliss,
Streets are paved with tombs, ain't no chance for a kiss,
Dust storms flippin’ scripts, see the pyramids rise,
Every block’s a battleground, survive under these skies.
Concrete jungle’s ruthless, where the sun's like a curse,
Survivin' off the bread, every day feels like a verse,
My hustle's in sync with the pulse of the Nile,
We runnin' from the death, but we don't fear the trial.
In the market, hustle hard, yeah, my pockets gettin’ fatter,
Chasin' dreams in the sand, while the hope starts to shatter,
Enemies lurk, yeah, they schemin’, they lurid,
Heart of a lion, I’ll be damned if I’m buried in a hurry.
Sippin’ stress from a cup, life’s bitter like this tea,
But I ride with my team, true loyalty’s key,
Grit so thick, ain't no fear in my breath,
We dance with the ghosts where the shadows find death.
[Chorus]
Hard life in Egypt, where the hustle don’t sleep,
Countin’ every moment, 'cause the grind runs deep,
Trapped in a cycle where the struggle is steep,
But we rise from the ashes, it’s our soul that we keep.
[Verse 2]
Sandstorms rage while our dreams take flight,
We plot through the darkness, eyes focused on the light,
Got the youth on a mission, every brother’s got a stack,
In this game for the throne, there’s no turnin’ back.
From the alleys to the tombs, we speak wisdom in rhyme,
History's written in scars, and we conquer through time,
Ancient kings in the flesh, got our sights on the crown,
With the heart of a rebel, we’re defyin’ the town.
Call it fate, call it risk, for the rise and the fall,
When the pharaohs alarm, we break down the wall,
Verses hit like a scimitar, sharp with the flow,
Enemies scatter like dust, when we steal the show.
Underneath the sun, livin’ life on the edge,
Ain't no fear in the struggle, we’re the ones who pledge,
Keep our dreams unattached, like a kite to the breeze,
In this hard-knock life, we’ll find ways to appease.
[Chorus]
Hard life in Egypt, where the hustle don’t sleep,
Countin’ every moment, 'cause the grind runs deep,
Trapped in a cycle where the struggle is steep,
But we rise from the ashes, it’s our soul that we keep.
[Outro]
Yeah, we’re warriors in the dust, hear the cries from the lost,
In this land where we battle, man, we paying the cost,
Drillin’ through the roots, feel the heat in my chest,
In this hard life of Egypt, I’ll forever invest.