Streets calling
My G'S, struggling
For at least to have a meal
Or a piece of glory
We are similars my g
Maybe not my homie
Found a key inside of me
But it's deep homie

Even if I die, my g
I will keep going
I don't really care this, shut up baby please
just give a damn bout your promise
For me, there's no second team
keep it straight homie
I don't really care bout the risk of being the least or the more my buddy

Nothing to fall back on
I m against all the odds
Braking rules and codes
Do not judge nobody what's right or wrong
it can be a fantasy, also be a blasphemy
I'm rather giving a fuck and feel the chemistry

I give a fuck bout the clock, it gives me time I don't own tends to be an enemy, Practising alchemy
Little light Brighting so low try to get out the balcony
Trynna know and to explore the world, trynna reach some of harmony
And trynna reach out the top,
You know
In a world that's divided by walls
More than mental walls
Let's put down those walls

Really care about the air we breathe,
Even though I smoke the weed
I ain't trynna fuck up the spice
I'm trynna help with a little at least

My g on this world that we share,
So much pain, nobody cares
It's time to rise up
Let's take a step
Leave all the fears and keep up the faith

with a cleaner get cleaner food
Further generations they cannot choose

Preserve my loved ones
Don't be a coward
Fall down, get up
And be a strong man