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Rays of Streets and Brotherhood 2 by Haramia

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Rays of Streets and Brotherhood 2

Hip Hop

0:002:49
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[Verse 1]
Sun melts the tar on narrow Mombasa streets,
Where pockets are empty, but dreams won’t deplete.
Ahmed moves silent, shadows for company,
Bboy_trend by his side, Jamaloo’s harmony.
They lace up worn sneakers, chase scraps of tomorrow,
Faces cracked like sidewalks, but heavy on no sorrow.
Nicknamed Haramia, a word thrown like stone,
But he wears it like armor, carved from the bone.
[Pre-Chorus]
Counting coins under a cracked streetlight,
Every step forward fights the night.
From whispered threats to shouted names,
Brotherhood burns, fuels the flames.
[Chorus]
Haramia rides the dusk with Jamaloo close behind,
Two souls carved from stone, in a world unkind.
From cold alley whispers to their own battle cry,
They’re kings of broken streets, aiming past the sky.
[Verse 2]
Jamaloo spins tales with his fingers on decks,
Turning scraps into beats that heal cracked reflections.
Ahmed watches skies that never promise rain,
Hoping scars fade with every drop that’s lain.
Their story’s etched deep in the cracks of the lane,
Where every loss carves space for something gained.
Walking past graffiti where the lost souls roam,
They found a place, a rhythm, called it home.
[Pre-Chorus]
Counting coins under a cracked streetlight,
Every step forward fights the night.
From whispered threats to shouted names,
Brotherhood burns, fuels the flames.
[Chorus]
Haramia rides the dusk with Jamaloo close behind,
Two souls carved from stone, in a world unkind.
From cold alley whispers to their own battle cry,
They’re kings of broken streets, aiming past the sky.
[Bridge]
Steel nerves tested in the heat of their fights,
Every scar a chapter, every bruise a rite.
No silver spoon, just worn-out shoes,
But every bruise brings something new.
The street’s a hard teacher, but friends heal the pain,
Two names, one story, written in rain.
[Chorus]
Haramia rides the dusk with Jamaloo close behind,
Two souls carved from stone, in a world unkind.
From cold alley whispers to their own battle cry,
They’re kings of broken streets, aiming past the sky.
[Outro]
Shadow fades; somewhere dawn begins to pry,
Ahmed and Jamaloo, heads held high.
The street’s whispers soften to a proud roar,
Haramia no longer a curse, but so much more.
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