[Verse 1] Streets whisper names like prayers into the night, Footsteps echo dreams beneath the sodium light. Mama worked two jobs just to keep the stove warm, I learned how to survive before I learned to perform. Brothers on the corner trade fate for a grin, Victory tastes bitter when you win the world and lose kin. Sirens write the chorus, youth line up the verse, Every lost tomorrow is a debt that we all rehearse. I keep my heart armored, my voice bleeds truth, Old scars teach patience, new scars steal youth. Raised on broken promises, school of hard knocks, I plant hope in these alleys while the system ticks clocks. Made from ashes, forged by nights we couldn't sleep, We hustle for redemption, sow what we can't keep. [Hook] Made for this, made to rise Turn the pain into light in these city skies Hands up, heart loud, we survive the night Made for this, made to rise [Verse 2] Ink on the notebook, pressure on the chest, I bargain with my conscience and put faith to the test. Friends turned strangers, deals signed in the dark, We gamble with our future for a quarter‑pound of sparks. I remember rooftop sermons, sunsets from the stoop, A promise to the mirror, the reflection kept the truth. Cops on the corner, prophets on the block, They proselytize fear, we baptize in the clock. Love is currency scarce, trust a brittle glass, Still I plant my name in soil that never had class. I speak for the ones who scream but never get heard, For the mothers who pray and the boys who learned words. If justice is a language, we study every page, We spit revolution slow until it breaks the cage. [Hook] Made for this, made to rise Turn the pain into light in these city skies Hands up, heart loud, we survive the night Made for this, made to rise [Chorus] Made for this — we carry the flame, From broken blocks to a risen name, Sound the streets — let the echoes claim, We turn our scars to a wealth of fame. Made for this — we never fold, Cold nights taught us how to hold, Sing it loud so the lost get told, We made for this, we made for gold. [Verse 3] Now I ride with ghosts of kings who walked before, Their lessons in my cadence, their hunger at my core. A letter to the future sealed with yesterday's grief, I'm stacking small victories like bricks for belief. When the city sleeps hungry, I sing to wake the brave, We carve sanctuaries out of every scar we gave. No silver spoon sermon, just a mic and a vow, To lift the fallen, teach the youth how to stand now. Rhythm keeps the heartbeat, truth keeps the code, We map our destinies down every winding road. If history's a teacher, then we write the next class, Turn pain into power, let the shackles pass. Light the midnight candle, call the lost ones home, Made for this — built to move, we never walk alone. [Chorus (x2, second with ad‑libs/outro)] Made for this — we carry the flame, From broken blocks to a risen name, Sound the streets — let the echoes claim, We turn our scars to a wealth of fame. Made for this — we never fold, Cold nights taught us how to hold, Sing it loud so the lost get told, We made for this, we made for gold. (Outro ad‑libs: “Made for this” chant, “Rise up” repeats, crowd call‑and‑response)