[Verse 1] Concrete pillows, dreams of silk sheets, But I’m still here, dodging cold police beats. Cracked asphalt, life’s a crooked math class, Subtractin’ my chances, adding scars to my past. Corner stores, lit by flickering neon, Hope’s a mirage, something I can’t lean on. Trash fires warm hands, chill won’t retreat, Still hustlin’, still breathin’, still on the street. [Chorus] Am still on the street, feet on the heat, No retreat, heartbeat steady on repeat. Still on the street, pain don’t delete, Life’s a grind, but I never accept defeat. [Verse 2] Broken payphones, talkin’ to the ghosts, Echoes of the past, what I miss the most. Graffiti sermons preach to the lost flock, Time ticks slow, but it shatters the clock. Shadows of the night, they dance and creep, Dreams in the gutter, buried six feet deep. Streetlight halos, the only crown I meet, Still hustlin’, still grindin’, still on the street. [Bridge] Potholes and promises, all they left me, City’s a jungle, but the vines won’t let me. Chain-link fences, they hum with despair, Yet somehow I’m still standing, still breathing this air.