[Verse 1: Goat Smuggla]
Hustling on corners, chasing dreams in shadows, nighttime whispers
Crack rock dreams, reality bends, life on the fringes
Strangers become kin, bonds forged in fire, loyalty tested
Young souls lost to the game, streets tell tales
Mothers weep, fathers grieve, broken homes bear witness
Blood stains on concrete, echoes of despair, aching hearts
Broken promises, shattered futures, innocence stolеn
The weight of the world on young shouldеrs, burden of survival
Dark alleys hide stories, secrets unfold in dim light
Candles flicker, the scent of burning hope lingers
Whispers of fast cash, the lure of easy money, temptations
Guns cocked, tense moments, the law of the streets
Eyes wide open, watchful gazes, silent signals passed
[Chorus: Goat Smuggla]
In the heart of the city
Where struggle meets despair
Families torn asunder
By the poison in the air
Bodegas on every corner
Hustlers moving in the night
No escape from the grips
Of the devil’s deadly bite
Mothers on the stoop, weeping
For sons lost to the game
Broken dreams fill the alleys
Haunted by the whispers of shame
Cracked pavements bear witness
To the weight of desperation
[Verse 2: Goat Smuggla]
Shattered dreams on pavement, whispers of despair
Youthful faces painted with the weight they bear
The corner of broken promises, echoes of lost hope
Invisible chains wrapped tight around their brittle souls
Fathers absent, mothers worn thin with grief
Children robbed of innocence, forced to seek relief
In the shadows of opportunity, shadows dance with vice
A cruel world unfolds, logic pays the price
Men with hardened hearts, women with haunted eyes
Seeking solace in a powder that fuels their lies
Tales of quick riches, promises of fame
All that's left is an empty shell, hollow shame
[Chorus: Goat Smuggla]
In the heart of the city
Where struggle meets despair
Families torn asunder
By the poison in the air
Bodegas on every corner
Hustlers moving in the night
No escape from the grips
Of the devil’s deadly bite
Mothers on the stoop, weeping
For sons lost to the game
Broken dreams fill the alleys
Haunted by the whispers of shame
Cracked pavements bear witness
To the weight of desperation
[Interlude: David Williams the Willful, & Cotor-X]
La, la-la-la-la-la
Oh, shit, man
La-la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Haha, oh, ohh
[Verse 3: Cotor-X]
Money talks, whispered secrets in dark corners, deals
Crack pipes lit up like twisted candles, reels
Young souls lost in the haze of despair, feels
Broken dreams crushed under society's steel wheel
Mothers weep, praying for their sons gone astray
Fathers absent, swallowed by the streets that betray
Children's laughter drowned in the chaos of the day
Hope diminished in the grip of addiction's sway
Corner stores became havens for the poison trade
Empty promises whispered like a twisted serenade
Lives shattered, innocence lost, debts never repaid
The legacy of crack cocaine's deadly cascade
Painted smiles masked the pain of those in need
Drug lords ruled, sowing terror with ruthless greed
Crack vials glinting like diamonds in the night's bead
Dark alleys echoed with cries of those who plead
The crack era, a chapter stained with blood and tears
A cautionary tale of shattered dreams and fears
[Verse 4: Propel]
Huh, ha (Hahaha)
Lost souls in the shadow of the streetlights
Nightmares disguised as glittering pipe dreams
Children caught in the crossfire of chaos
Mothers' tears falling on cold, unforgiving pavement
Abandoned buildings echo with haunting memories
Faces worn with the weight of endless struggle
The city's heartbeat tainted with desperation's pulse
Prayers whispered amidst the sirens' wail
Hands clenched tight around shattered dreams
Blood stains marking the cost of survival
Invisible scars etched into weary hearts
A generation fighting to break free of chains
A symphony of sorrow plays in the distance
The price of innocence paid in stolen moments
Whispers of hope drowned out by the chaos
[Chorus: Goat Smuggla, & Cotor-X]
In the heart of the city
Where struggle meets despair
Families torn asunder
By the poison in the air (Haha)
Bodegas on every corner
Hustlers moving in the night
No escape from the grips
Of the devil’s deadly bite
Mothers on the stoop, weeping
For sons lost to the game
Broken dreams fill the alleys (Hmm, yeah)
Haunted by the whispers of shame
Cracked pavements bear witness
To the weight of desperation
