Woahh Entscheidung
City blocks, deleted stories, cracked pavement, Worn out soles. Rusted chain link fences, hardest light patrols.
Late nights, counting coins beneath flickering streetlamps. Dreams dribbled on notebooks, tired
hands. Cold champs, old man, selling truths from a cracked newsstand. Mama working double shift,
future slipping through her hands. Corners wetter, silence screams louder than the sirens. Every step
a gamble, trust dangled by tight pythons.
Fallen stars and alleys where the lost dogs howl. But I'm stitching my own map, gotta learn to prowl.
From whispers in the air to roaring in the crowd, it stirs my heartbeat. Hold steady, unbound.
We rise up from the streets where the shadows breed. Running through the nights while the world's asleep.
Fire in my bones, won't let it retreat. From broken pavements to the top we leap.
Scars tell a story no one's willing to hear. Echoes of past battles stinging like cold pier.
Friends, some go, some switch, some stayed. I lace my kicks tighter, hustle sharper every day.
Handwritten letters from my sister states away. Words like anchors pulling me to better days.
Dreams like the sunrise breaking through the palm. Every stumble's a verse in my unfinished trial.
Fallen stars and alleys where the lost dogs howl. But I'm stitching my own map, gotta learn to prowl.
From whispers in the air to roaring in the crowd, it stirs my heartbeat. Hold steady, unbound.
We rise up from the streets where the shadows breed. Running through the nights while the world's asleep.
Fire in my bones, won't let it retreat. From broken pavements to the top we leap.
No gold chains can hold the weight of this climb. It's a silent morning when I rewrite my time.
Cracks in the sidewalk become steps to ascend. Every lost chance, just a chance to pretend.
Eyes fixed forward, old and classic, old friend. I'm building legacies where broken dreams bend.
We rise up from the streets where the shadows breed. Running through the nights while the world's asleep.
Fire in my bones, won't let it retreat. From broken pavements to the top we rise up.
We rise up from the streets where the shadows breed. Running through the nights while the world's asleep.
Fire in my bones, won't let it retreat. From broken pavements to the top we leap.
So here's to the fighters who'll warn our souls. The nail baiters and knights, the keepers of goals.
From the cracks in the concrete, we'll break it free. Fighting stargazers in the stars, only streets can see.
