Hearts Aglow

We'll see you next time. To the block where the real ones remain. To the mold that scars a map. To the throne I claim. From the gutters gripped to rewrite in my name. No handouts, just hands that bleed. Planting seeds in this concrete need. Voices whisper. You won't make it through. You won't make, make it through. But our truth sharper than a blade's edge. Blast from the dirt. Fist to the sky echoes of struggle. We multiply, no change. Can't hold this unbreakable. From the depths we climb. Our stance still booming, my chest. Rhythm of the fight. Still booming, my chest. Rhythm of the fight. Through the storm we ignite the night. Rhythm of the fight. Rhythm of the fight. It's heavy from the wars I'll wind. Heals the hidden wounds. Under city lights. We chase the moons. No more begging. Now we set the pace. Legacy etched in unbreakable space. From whispers to anthems that shape the ground. Lost boys found. In the sound we'll crown. Hold the vision through the haze of smoke. In this life of fire. We never choke on last breath. For the ones left behind in my rhyme. The stories align. Faded echoes. But the fire remains. From the streets to the stars. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise. We rise.