Correction Paroles Streets Ain't Fair par Oscar Auliq-ice

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(Verse 1)
In the heart of the city, where the nights ain't pretty,
Tales of hustlers, no luck, no pity.
Walking these alleys, with shadows so tall,
Hustling for paper, backs against the wall.

Chrome pieces gleaming, under streetlights beaming,
Trust is a luxury, every corner scheming.
Mama in the window, tears in her stare,
“Make it back home, baby,” a silent prayer.

(Chorus)
Lost in the struggle, carrying burdens we wear,
On these hard concrete streets, man, life ain't fair.
But every night I lay, with hope so deep,
Asking the Lord, my soul to keep.

(Verse 2)
Stacking up dollars, danger around every bend,
Old homies turned foes, can't trust a friend.
Graffiti on walls, tell stories of pain,
Of brothers we lost, in this concrete rain.

Fast life, fast cars, seeking fame and respect,
But every bullet leaves a mark, an eternal effect.
Kneeling on corners, whispering prayers in the night,
“Guide me through this, Lord, show me the light.”
(Bridge)
Gangsta ties, street wise, under urban skies,
Seeking redemption, before the sun rise.
Fighting for a way out, from this endless maze,
Looking for brighter days, through the smoky haze.

(Chorus)
Lost in the struggle, carrying burdens we bear,
On these cold city streets, man, life ain't fair.
But every night I pray, with dreams so deep,
Asking the Lord, my soul to keep.

(Verse 3)
Golden chains, and watches that bling,
In this world of chaos, material things.
But deep inside, there's a void, a hole,
Seeking peace, a way to console.

To every young G, trying to find a way,
Remember there's hope, brighter days to sway.
Put down the heat, lift up a prayer,
There's a way out, a life that's rare.

(Outro)
As I lay tonight, in this bed I've made,
I pray for salvation, from the choices I've weighed.
If tonight's the end, if fate decides to take,
Lord, grant me mercy, my soul, please take.

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