歌手:Brooklyn Liu
专辑:《Grab The Mic》

作词 : Brooklyn Liu/LL C
作曲 : Brooklyn Liu/LL C/Dead Weight/Fat Cat
Verse 1:
Young kid what you **** talking bout?
God damn! You think you tough ? I think na
Let me take you back in time, here struggle was mean
Street like jungle, you should faced a constant fight
Survival was a game, it was a battle for the light.
I seen it all, the pain and the despair
12-year-olds holding guns trying to shoot cops down , You know that sight too hard to bear
People lost their lives for a mere twenty bucks
Blood-stained streets, echoes of gunshots in the night
A warzone where innocence was lost, a chilling sight.
But tell ya, real hip hop ain't 'bout the fame
It's 'bout the attitude, the fire in the game
It's 'bout speakin' truth, breakin' the rules
Yeah Let’s grab the mic

Verse 2:
I grew up in a place the streets were rough
You know only way out was to hustle and drug
But deep inside, I knew there had to be more Than the same old story, the same old score.
I seen my homies get caught up, their lives torn apart,
Locked behind bars, dreams shattered, breakin' my heart,
The sound of sirens wailin', the smell of fear in the air,
reminder that life ain't fair.
I've seen the bloodshed, the scars that never heal,
In a world where violence is all too real,
But I refuse to be silenced, I refuse to conform,
My voice as a weapon, to weather the storm
Now I stand here today, a testament to the fight,
To the strength within, to the power what's right,
I've seen the darkest corners, but I found my way,
Through determination , I made my own way.