Etched Territory

Yo, this soil runs deep in my veins, claim it young. Etched in the rain, no outside of these passes we pave are locked. Forever engraved. Born in the shadows where the streetlights flicker low. Man them, hold the line from the flats to the overpass glow. We built these walls with sweat and scars unseen. Rivals peep from afar. Know what it means to rep the flag we fly high on broken poles. Every corner's ours, every story told, fists clenched tight. When strangers roll through of battles in the air we breathe pride like fire in the chest. Unyielding, defend the ground at rest. Unyielding, still defend that raised us, made us real. No surrender, no retreat from the throne. This kingdom's blood carved in stone. We own the night, the pulse, the beat. Every step, a mark, every heartbeat. This is our land, our pride, our fight. Territory kings under the streetlight. No one takes what's ours, we stand tall. Roots run deep, we never fall. Our land, our pride. Hit a call, territory forever we ball. Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball. Grew up dodging traps in the maze we call home. Loyalty's the code etched deep in the bone. Enemy, circle like wolves in the mist, but we strike first. With a clenched iron fist, flags waving fierce on the rooftops. High memories of the fallen. Fuel the battle cry from the alleys tied to the open squares. We mark our claim, no room for despair, pride. Swells like thunder in the summer storm. Protect the realm, keep the circle warm. Intruders fade when the crew assemble, united front. We topple the... Their temples, this patch of earth. Soaked in our lore, generations guarded. Forevermore, this is our land. Our pride, our fight. Territory kings under the streetlight. No one takes what's ours, we stand tall. Roots run deep, we never fall. Our land, our pride. Hit a call, territory forever we ball. Feel the weight of the ground beneath ancestors attempt. Hold it, never bequeath, hearts pound. Heavy eyes lock the head, prize the chain that binds the thread. Our land, our pride. Territory, pride or die. Pride or die. Territory, pride or die. Territory, pride or die. This is our land. Our pride. Our fight. Territory kings under the streetlight. No one takes what's ours, we stand tall. Roots run deep, we never fall. Our land. Our pride. Hit a call. Territory forever we ball. This soil's ours. Deep in the veins. Lock forever. This soil's ours. No chains. Territory, pride. We remain.