Rise & GrindThe Power of Broke

Four AM. The city's still asleep... But the dream's awake. Breathe in the doubt, breathe out the fire. Let's work. Cold floor meets the bare feet, world is dead silent Only thing that's movin' is my mind, it's gettin' violent With these visions, gotta make a hundred million decisions 'Fore the sun is even peeking through the blinds on a mission Got the goal board starin' at me from the wall, it's a mirror My reflection gettin' clearer, ain't no room for no fear here Pen and a pad, that's the scripture, paint a picture of the future Leftover ramen in the kitchen, that's the fuel that's gon' suit ya My mother's tired footsteps echo from the other room She work two jobs, so I gotta make this flower bloom From the concrete cracks, a matter of fact, it's do or die The power of broke ain't a slogan, it's the look in my eye. Sun up, I'm up No luck, just us Concrete dreams in a world of dust This is The Broke Gospel, in the grind we trust Rise and Grind Leave the rest behind One more rep, one more rhyme 'Til the stars align, yeah, it's my time. Lookin' out the window, see the shadows and the streetlights Sirens sing a lullaby for another street fight Some chase the night, I chase the dawn, it's a different race Tryna build a landmark from a forgotten place See my boys on the corner, they still dreamin' in their sleep I'm tryna build a ship so the whole damn fleet can eat They tell me, "Man, you're movin' different," I say, "I gotta be." "This ain't just rap, this ain't just clothes, this is sovereignty." From a kid in Queens who learned to sew a straight line To a king who's tryna own the whole damn skyline My only competition is the man in the mirror's vision He tell me "go harder," I don't need no one's permission The world ain't givin' handouts, learned that from the jump Had to build my own ladder from the bottom of the slump. Sun up, I'm up No luck, just us Concrete dreams in a world of dust This is The Broke Gospel, in the grind we trust Rise and Grind Leave the rest behind One more rep, one more rhyme 'Til the stars align, yeah, it's my time. Eighty-thousand dollar mortgage on my future... That's the price my mother paid so I wouldn't lose her To the streets, to the system, to the statistics She bet the house on me, so every brick I lay is payback for the risk. This ain't for the flash, this is for the foundation This for every empty pocket that fueled the motivation This for every "no" that I turned into a "watch me." Yeah... they couldn't stop me. The sun is breakin' now, the city's wakin' now I'm five hours ahead, no fakin' now Day is broken, so am I, but the will is whole This hunger in my soul is worth more than gold...