Тренировка До Отказа (Агрессивный Бит)

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I got a story to tell
Happened right down the block

It was a Tuesday evening, rain slicked the ave
Johnny had a dream that he wanted to have
He worked at the deli, slicing the meats
But his mind was always on the rhythm of the streets
A quiet kid, kept a notebook in his coat
Every break he got, he sat down and he wrote
About the sirens, the hustle, the pain and the glory
Determined to write his own Cinderella story
But the neighborhood traps are meticulously laid
And the toll for ambition is heavily paid
He met a guy named Marcus, slick with the talk
Promised him a shortcut, a much faster walk
Said, "Kid, drop the pen, I got paper to make"
Johnny didn't know it was a fatal mistake

The clock ticks, the plot twists
Decisions made in the midnight mists
What's the price of a soul today?
When the sky is permanently painted grey

Two months later, the notebook is gone
Johnny on the corner from dusk till the dawn
The rhymes were replaced by the weight in his hand
Trying to survive in this desolate land
I saw him last week, his eyes were so cold
A young man looking prematurely old
He said, "I made a choice, and I'm paying the fee"
"This ain't the life that was destined for me"
A cautionary tale from the concrete jungle
Where one false step will cause you to stumble
I picked up a pen that he dropped on the floor
And wrote down his story, so he's ignored no more

Tales from the corner, written in blood
Lotus flowers trying to grow in the mud
We witness the rise, we witness the fall
The rhythm of the street, it governs us all

Hold your head
Stay focused
Don't lose your path