Street Crown of Resilience

Where the dust rises, the kings are made. No throne of

rubles, just a shadow shade. Brick by brick, we build from

pain. Under the street lights, we carve our name.

The horns blow loud, they sing our fight. We chase the

dawn through endless nights. Street crown on my head, I'm staying real.

Every scar's a badge, every wound will heal. They can't break

me, no, they never will. Street crown on my head,

I'm made of steel. Street crown on my head, I'm staying real.