Yeah… Southside nights, where the stars don’t shine, but the dreams still glow. This one’s for us. For the echoes that never fade. It’s like a Polaroid fade in the back of my mind, Snapshots of a time, when the struggle was the grind. Mama praying for the rent, pops chasing a sign, Me? Writing rhymes in the margins of the line. City lights blind, but the heart stays clear, Every corner had a lesson, every tear held fear. Echoes in the alleys, whispers in the breeze, It’s the song of survival, carried by the trees. My homie lost his light, now I carry his flame, Tattooed his name, so he walks in my vein. We from the same pain, but the echoes got us split, I rap for the souls who ain’t make it out the pit. We’re the echoes of us, In the wind, in the dust, Through the pain, through the trust, It’s the echoes of us. Every step that we take, Every dream we awake, In the rhythm we make, It’s the echoes of us. Windows down, riding through the old block slow, Still feel the love, even though the weeds grow. Graffiti on the wall, yeah, it tells our tale, Of brothers breaking chains, or brothers in jail. But I see hope in the kids on the court, Dunking on despair, yeah, they built for the sport. Music in the cyphers, truths in the booth, This Chicago soul, where the pain births truth. I still hear the chants from the protests loud, Marching in the rain, proud, head in the clouds. Echoes of the change that we fighting to see, A melody of freedom, that’s the key for me. We’re the echoes of us, In the wind, in the dust, Through the pain, through the trust, It’s the echoes of us. Every step that we take, Every dream we awake, In the rhythm we make, It’s the echoes of us. Ooh, ooh… See, the echoes don’t die. They ripple. They carry the laughter, the pain, the pride. Every step we take forward, they pull us back to remind: We’re more than just the past, but it’s the root of our climb. Now I spit for the youth, give ‘em something to hold, A torch in the dark, keep ‘em warm in the cold. Every verse is a brick in the path to the dream, Every hook is a prayer for the ones unseen. From the westside blocks to the lakefront views, Every voice matters, it’s the soul of the blues. We’re the echoes of us, and we’re louder than fear, Chicago-born pride, we make the vision clear. We’re the echoes of us, In the wind, in the dust, Through the pain, through the trust, It’s the echoes of us. Every step that we take, Every dream we awake, In the rhythm we make, It’s the echoes of us. Yeah… Echoes never fade. They just grow louder.