Cracks from V1DM0 by V1DM0

I’ve been countin’ cracks in the pavement like they’re cracks in my past
Sippin’ truth through a broken bottle, watchin’ time move fast
This block taught me how to hustle, how to speak with my fists
Taught me fear ain't nothin' but a test you can't dismiss
Mom’s prayin’ that I make it, pops gone without a trace
Neighbors screamin’, sirens wailin’, see survival in my face
Every day’s another battle, yeah, I'm stuck in the fight
Gotta hustle to the morning, pray I live through the night

It’s the ghetto, motherfucker, where the hope gets crushed
But we rise from the ashes, keep our shoulders brushed
Survival on my mind, never let the dream die
If life’s a bitch, then fuck it, I’m gon’ rise and comply

We run the corners like they owe us, never learned to stand still
System’s rigged, gotta hustle just to cover the bills
No father figure in my story, had to teach myself rules
School of hard knocks offered lessons they don’t teach in your schools
Young kids pushin’ product, feedin’ families at home
But ain't nobody volunteerin’ to throw these streets a bone
The hood’s a warzone, bullet holes in boarded windows
But inside we hold our dreams, tryna outlast the limbo

It’s the ghetto, motherfucker, where the hope gets crushed
But we rise from the ashes, keep our shoulders brushed
Survival on my mind, never let the dream die
If life’s a bitch, then fuck it, I’m gon’ rise and comply

Every block got a story that the news don’t tell
Broken hearts, lost souls, we been dancing with hell
Still, the spirit never shatters, yeah, we fight for each breath
Poverty’s a motherfucker, but I’m starin’ down death
Maybe I’m just another soldier in a chain-link cell
But I'd rather light a spark than ring a hopeless bell

Streetlights flicker like they’re speakin’ Morse code
Every lyric that I spit is therapy for my soul
Pen bleeds on the page, these lines become my escape
From broken homes to bullet storms, still dodgin’ the hate
We climb from the gutter, so the top’s within reach
Lock me out a hundred times, I’ll still breach the breach
I wear the scars like medals, never bowin’ to fear
In the ghetto, we hustle hope, that’s how we persevere

It’s the ghetto, motherfucker, where the hope gets crushed
But we rise from the ashes, keep our shoulders brushed
Survival on my mind, never let the dream die
If life’s a bitch, then fuck it, I’m gon’ rise and comply

Survival on my mind, never let the dream die
If life’s a bitch, then fuck it, I’m gon’ rise and comply.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• dark
• independent
• psychedelic
• underground
• underground hip hop