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Raise Up From the Block 2 by Henri

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Raise Up From the Block 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Yeah, this one’s for the corners where the sun sets low,
Where the stories deep, and the rivers of dreams flow,
Listen close, we ’bout to rise, real talk, no disguise,
From the heart of the block to the wide open skies.
(Chorus)
Raise up from the block, where the struggle paints the night,
Broken glass and hopes, but we hold the flame tight,
Raise up with the scars, every mark tells a fight,
From whispered prayers on stoops to city lights in sight.
(Verse 1)
Mama’s working doubles, daddy’s clocked out late,
Kids dreaming bigger than the fences that make the state,
Graffiti on the walls, it’s a canvas of our pain,
But beneath the spray paint, hope runs in our veins.
I remember cold nights, blankets thin, breath like steam,
Counting stars from cracked windows, chasing every dream,
Lost friends in the shadows, some gone without a sound,
But their voices in my verse keep me grounded in this ground.
(Chorus)
Raise up from the block, where the struggle paints the night,
Broken glass and hopes, but we hold the flame tight,
Raise up with the scars, every mark tells a fight,
From whispered prayers on stoops to city lights in sight.
(Verse 2)
See the corner store owner waving, knowing every face,
Old man on the porch telling stories of this place,
Kids playing double-dutch, laughter like a drum,
Through the cracks in the pavement, new life will come.
I felt the weight of silence in the moments all alone,
But found my voice in rhythm, made these streets my home,
Not just bricks and concrete, it’s a pulse, a heartbeat,
We rise through every setback, turn struggle into heat.
(Bridge)
Raise your hands, feel the pulse beneath your feet,
Every heartbeat’s a battle, every breath’s a beat,
From the stoops to the rooftops, we shout it loud and clear,
Our stories aren’t just whispers — they’re the reason we’re here.
(Chorus)
Raise up from the block, where the struggle paints the night,
Broken glass and hopes, but we hold the flame tight,
Raise up with the scars, every mark tells a fight,
From whispered prayers on stoops to city lights in sight.
(Outro)
So here’s to the fighters, the dreamers who never sleep,
The seeds planted deep, the promises we keep,
Raise up from the block, where our spirits soar and climb,
This is our anthem, our story, our time.