\"These streets, boy... they don't forgive. You either break, or you make it. But even when you make it, you ain't safe.\"

Woke up to the frost creeping into my bones,

a world colder than stone, where hope’s overthrown.

Faces freeze on the corner, lives dissolve,

every step’s a riddle that I’m forced to solve.

The streets hum, “Take what you can, don’t wait,”

but the price of ambition leaves blood on the plates.

Kids play with shadows; they don't know the stakes,

til the cold wraps ‘round and it’s too late.

Mothers pray, candles lit for ghosts unseen,

while sirens serenade the spaces in between.

At fifteen, I met fear and called it home,

sixteen, I built my pride on fractured bones.

Blame who? The hunger or the cracked ground?

In these streets, only silence gets passed around.

Morals freeze where the asphalt splits,

survival’s a game where the rules don’t fit.

Cold streets, no mercy in their breath,

every corner whispers tales of death.

Cold streets, they never let you be,

you either break apart or lose what's free.

Nighttime taught me silence is your shield,

a shout in the dark might get you killed.

Watched brothers fall over paper stained red,

their stories end where the sidewalk bled.

The system’s a furnace, feeds on our ashes,

calls us the problem while lighting the matches.

Kids wear burdens they didn’t deserve,

while life’s cruel lesson they’re forced to observe.

Chalk lines blur where truths collide,

justice ain’t blind—she just don’t step outside.

They call us thieves, but they don’t feel our hunger,

the streets baptize us in pain we can’t conquer.

Every choice is a coin tossed in the dark,

heads or tails—it’s the same spark.

This cold ain’t weather, it’s a mindset shift,

here, you learn to kill just to exist.

They don’t know the weight we bear,

these streets, they strip us bare.

A whisper in the night, a shadow’s grin,

who saves the ones born where the end begins?

Cold streets, no mercy in their breath,

every corner whispers tales of death.

Cold streets, they never let you be,

you either break apart or lose what's free.