Climbing
Hand-me-downs and struggle meals
Dreams felt distant, couldn't cop no wheels (Phill T)
Mama working double, eyes heavy with the fights
Cold nights, shared blankets, hoping for the light
Hustling through the alley, pockets thinning with the wind
Broken promises echo, where do I begin?
Friends turned foes when the hunger creeps
Streetlights flicker, danger lurking where it sleeps
Climbing out the trenches, scars on my soul
Roots run deep, but we shoot for the goal
Grinding through the struggle, heavy load on our back
Gonna break the cycle, never looking back
School days hungry, lunch line too long
Teacher gave a look, didn't know what was wrong
Sneakers worn out, soles leaving tracks
Through the broken concrete, still counting stacks
School days hungry, lunch line too long
Teacher gave a look, didn't know what was wrong
Sneakers worn out, soles leaving tracks
Through the broken concrete, still counting stacks
Cold showers in the morning, leaks in the roof
Life's a game of desperation, no need for proof
Cried in the dark, whispered prayers to the moon
Hoping for tomorrow that it'd come soon
Kept my head high, drowning in the pain
Rising from the gutter, sunshine after rain
Role models on the block, tales spun in gold
Street stories told, truths that unfold
Kept my head high, drowning in the pain
Rising from the gutter, sunshine after rain
Role models on the block, tales spun in gold
Street stories told, truths that unfold
Dreams felt distant, couldn't cop no wheels (Phill T)
Mama working double, eyes heavy with the fights
Cold nights, shared blankets, hoping for the light
Hustling through the alley, pockets thinning with the wind
Broken promises echo, where do I begin?
Friends turned foes when the hunger creeps
Streetlights flicker, danger lurking where it sleeps
Climbing out the trenches, scars on my soul
Roots run deep, but we shoot for the goal
Grinding through the struggle, heavy load on our back
Gonna break the cycle, never looking back
School days hungry, lunch line too long
Teacher gave a look, didn't know what was wrong
Sneakers worn out, soles leaving tracks
Through the broken concrete, still counting stacks
School days hungry, lunch line too long
Teacher gave a look, didn't know what was wrong
Sneakers worn out, soles leaving tracks
Through the broken concrete, still counting stacks
Cold showers in the morning, leaks in the roof
Life's a game of desperation, no need for proof
Cried in the dark, whispered prayers to the moon
Hoping for tomorrow that it'd come soon
Kept my head high, drowning in the pain
Rising from the gutter, sunshine after rain
Role models on the block, tales spun in gold
Street stories told, truths that unfold
Kept my head high, drowning in the pain
Rising from the gutter, sunshine after rain
Role models on the block, tales spun in gold
Street stories told, truths that unfold
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Thornton
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