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Yo, we’re hustling in the shadows, yeah, feel that vibe,
[Spoken Word]
They say it’s all about the last trade,
The deal that makes or breaks, the life we’ve laid.
Midnight oil burning, streets alive and kicking,
Currency of dreamers, minds are always ticking,
Got a brother with a ledger, counting every chance,
In the alleyways of hustle, we never leave it to chance.
Boxes full of hopes, like stocks on the rise,
Traders of the passion, beneath the moonlit skies,
From the underground, we cipher, sign the dotted line,
The currency of freedom, it’s flowing, it’s divine.
And the last trade, it’s what we pay,
Trading pain for power, day by day,
Rhythms of the heart, beats of the street,
With every last trade, we rise to the beat.
Whoa! Hit that bass - drop it down low,
Echoes of our struggles, hear the sound grow!
Electric guitars screaming, like sirens through the night,
Every note we hit is a battle, a fight,
Backing vocals harmonizing, like a choir in the dark,
We’ll press on forever, igniting that spark.
Forget the fear of failure, we’re ready to create,
Chasing dreams like currencies, let’s seal our fate,
Every soul in the city, carving their own sage,
Together we rise up, this is our last trade.
Feel the rhythm sway, under the stars we play,
Step into the groove, let the music lead the way,
Harmony of heartbeats echo through our veins,
In this marketplace of life, our spirit never wanes.
And the last trade, it’s what we pay,
Trading pain for power, day by day,
Rhythms of the heart, beats of the street,
With every last trade, we rise to the beat.
[Solo - Guitar Riff]
Yeah, the last trade, we’re hustling till we’re old,
In every melody and beat, our storie
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