RAP. Song The Power of Our Spirit.

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You think you know these streets?
I was born in these streets
Every corner, every crack
Now I'm back, and I'm strapped

Remember when we used to play here?
Now I'm watching tanks roll through
You fucked up coming to my hood
Think you know what I can do?
This block raised me from a kid
Now I'm raising hell instead
Every window's got my eyes
Every door could be your death

You ask me why I fight?
These streets still know my name
You ask me why I stay?
'Cause this ain't no fucking game
You ask me what I want?
To see you run away in shame
You ask what keeps me strong?
These streets still know my name

Used to sell bread at the market
Now I'm stacking magazines
Used to wave to all my neighbors
Now we're all part of the team
Every alley tells a story
Of the life we used to know
Now they tell a different story
Of the ways we make you go

You ask me why I fight?
These streets still know my name
You ask me why I stay?
'Cause this ain't no fucking game
You ask me what I want?
To see you run away in shame
You ask what keeps me strong?
These streets still know my name

School yard's now our base of ops
Where kids once used to play
Every lesson that I learned here
Teaches new ways to make you pay
You can bring your fancy weapons
But you don't know what we know
Every inch of this concrete
Is ready to make you go

This ain't about some politics
This is about my fucking home
You crossed the line, now cross yourself
'Cause you ain't leaving here alone
Each building holds a fighter
Each rooftop holds a friend
You started shit you can't finish
Now watch how we make it end

You ask me why I fight?
These streets still know my name
You ask me why I stay?
'Cause this ain't no fucking game
You ask me what I want?
To see you run away in shame
You ask what keeps me strong?
These streets still know my name

These streets still know my name
These streets still know my name
In all the worst ways