[Intro – Spoken, cold tone]\nUh…\nNiish Dictionary on the mic\nThis one for my people walkin’ through fire\nNo filters. No lies. Just real.\nFrom Kigali 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\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[Bridge – Whisper to Rage Flip]\nWhispers of war… \nFootsteps in the fog… \nKigali nights, where the strong write laws… \nSilence is deadly, words cut deep \nSo I write like I'm bleeding from the beat... \n(Rage flip – double-time) \nfeds on the line, but I still won’t fold \nbetrayal in the blood, but my soul too cold \nprintf pain in the pad, now the story get told \ni’m the voice of the street till the day i’m old \n[Final Chorus – Full power delivery]\namaraso yumuhanda, ntitugira ubwoba \ntuvuka mu mwijima,

n titi wigera ducika,turcyahagaze \nhis is pain with a purpose — we right what's wrong \namaraso