Old Days

Back when the pavement echoed our dreams

Corner stores, streetlights, faded blue jeans

Mama's prayers rising through broken seams

Dust and hope living in the spaces between

Graffiti stories, name tags on the walls

We learned to stand tall, even after the falls

Memory humming under city horns

Every scar tells how we were reborn

Old days, running with the midnight crowd

Promise in the struggle, screaming so loud

Through hard times, we found our way somehow

These streets made me, I ain't backing down

Old days echo, heavy is the sound

Tailored pain stitched under dollar signs

Broken glass reflecting a future defined

My brother's laughter, hiding what he feels inside

Dreams traded for silence, but hope never died

Father’s footsteps gone, but I walk his line

History inked in every rhyme I find

Memory humming under city horns

Every scar tells how we were reborn

Old days, running with the midnight crowd

Promise in the struggle, screaming so loud

Through hard times, we found our way somehow

These streets made me, I ain't backing down

Old days echo, heavy is the sound

If I close my eyes, I still hear the rain

Beating on rooftops, washing out the pain

Every friend lost, every love that remains

Lessons in the gutters, wisdom in the chain

Old days, running with the midnight crowd

Promise in the struggle, screaming so loud

Through hard times, we found our way somehow

These streets made me, I ain't backing down

Old days echo, heavy is the soundIn the rhythm of the city, I find my grace

Old days, never gone, just buried in this place