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I'm just a kid from the block, with a heart turned to rock Where dreams are fleeting, and the doors all lock Grew up fast, 'cause the streets don't talk They just echo my fears, and the hard knocks Behind these eyes, lies a story untold Of a heart that's young but feels so old In the cold, where warmth is bought and sold I hold onto dreams, that I can't fold I'm labeled as lost, but at what cost? In this life of frost, where lines are crossed In the quiet of the dusk, I feel the weight of the crown Of being the king of nothing, in a rundown town I'm just a kid from the block, with dreams in my sock Where the night whispers hope, and the hard times unlock Grew up fast, 'cause the streets don't talk But they teach you to rise, like the dawn on a clock