[Intro – Spoken, cold tone]\nUh…\nNiish Dictionary na Mafia X on the mic\nThis one for my people walkin’ through fire\nNo filters. No lies. Just real.\nFrom Rwanda to the world\nAmaraso yumuhanda…\nLet’s bleed truth.\n\n[Verse 1]\nBlood in the concrete, tears in my kicks\nLife ain’t a movie, this the uncut flick\nEvery block a lesson, every shot a test\nBullets got no names, better aim for your best\n\nMama cried hard when the sirens sang\nLost two homies in a five-week span\nNow it’s “RIP” on the gram, fake love on demand\nBut when it’s war time, they don’t lend a hand\n\nGrew up with the roaches, slept with the rats\nNow I spit venom like a verse full of gats\nDreams in the gutter, pain on my sleeve\nBut I never bowed down, I refuse to bleed\n\n[Chorus – Kinyarwanda + English mix]\nAmaraso yumuhanda, ntitugira ubwoba\n(Blood on the street, we don’t show fear)\nTuvuka mu mwijima,\n(Born in the dark, now we shine like the sun)\n(We never break, we’re still standing strong) turacyahagaze\nThis is pain with a purpose — we right what's wrong\n\nAmaraso yumuhanda, twavukanye umuriro\n(Blood in the street, we were born with fire)\nVoices of the block, heart full of wire\nN’ubwo byari bibi, twanze gupfukama\n(Though it was hard, we refused to kneel)\nWe hustle with scars, but the pain made it real\n\n[Verse 2]\nLoyalty is rare, envy in disguise\nThey’ll dap you up, then plot your demise\nI seen angels fall for a lil’ bread\nAnd devils smile with halos on they head\n\nTrust is a currency, most go broke\nHustle is survival, that’s the only hope\nPolice on the neck, bills on the back\nStill we run plays like a quarterback\n\nEvery bar's for the voiceless, scars for the street\nI don't sell dreams, I rap what I eat\nNo peace talks, just black hoodies and grief\nI made it out once, I don’t dance with defeat\n\n[Chorus – Kinyarwanda + English mix, repeat]\nAmaraso yumuhanda, ntitugira ubwoba\n(Blood on the street, we don’t show fear)\nTuvuka mu mwijima,\n(Born in the dark, now we shine like the sun)\n(We never break, we’re still standing strong) turacyahagaze\nThis is pain with a purpose — we right what's wrong\n\namaraso yumuhanda, twavukanye umuriro \nblood in the street,we were born with fire

a voices of block ,heart full of wire \nda nubwo byari bibi ,twanze gupfukama

hubwe mutwe was abantu nyabyo

one more time \ southside enye**kigali its time to fly** \nvugaraga ndi kumwe n'abo na bahuje niyoka \nbana bakurambere bashinzwe kudida

dufashanya kwiyubaka umeze nka rwagasore

bakarenganye batandukanijwe navan risetere

diwashiramo imisa aka ubumuntu butamanuka

gutezuko imosi kumaruzi y'isi agushimisha \nmumbwira uwomuti ndanyuzwe nikidurumu ngishakisha

tuharanire kubanalukunda abakunzi babo batabinyura ngo inkunga ikurete i kibaya]