The Hustle Chronicles

[Verse]
Born in the gutter, dreams in the clouds,
Pockets lookin’ thin, but heads held proud.
Grind through the alleys, shadow of doubt,
Current in the jungle, a lion unbowed.
[Verse 2]
Paper chase frenzy, the city’s our stage,
Crooked politicians, trapped in a cage.
Pawn to a king, flip to another page,
Mind on the millions, wisdom of a sage.
[Chorus]
From the bottom to the top, never miss a beat,
Hustle through the struggle, victory’s sweet.
World on our shoulders, still on our feet,
Street symphony, a life’s concrete.
[Verse 3]
Spit fire, gasoline veins ignite sparks,
Dark alleyways, hood’s Noah's ark.
Friends turn foes, betrayal leaves marks,
Survival through the chaos, midnight larks.
[Verse 4]
Rags to riches, map our own fate,
Dodgin’ hens and stitches, rise from the slate.
Games thick with glitches, time never late,
Coded messages, destiny’s bait.
[Bridge]
Echoes of the past, lessons inscribed,
Through the rhythm of life, we steadily vibe.
Beats of persistence, the ultimate guide,
Through struggles and glories, we survive.