Don’t Push Me

Описание: #music #hiphop #80s #english
It’s an ’80s-style hip-hop song.

[Intro]

Broken glass on the sidewalk, sirens in the air
City breathin’ heavy, but nobody really cares
Echoes in the alley, voices in my head
Welcome to the streets where the future’s always dead

[Verse 1]

I wake up to the noise of the trains and the fights
Mama prayin’ every day just to make it through the night
Bills on the table, dreams on delay
They say work hard, but the doors stay closed anyway

Kids on the corner learn the rules real fast
No school books, just lessons from the past
Every block got a story, every face got stress
Smile on the outside, inside it’s a mess

[Chorus]

Don’t push me, I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under

[Verse 2]

Politicians talk big, but they never come around
Same old promises buried underground
Cops roll slow, eyes cold like steel
One wrong move, now tell me how you feel

Broken elevators, lights don’t work
Dreams get robbed while the rich get perks
You wanna know why the anger won’t fade-
‘Cause hope costs more than minimum wage

[Chorus]

Don’t push me, I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under

[Verse 3]

I ain’t lookin’ for trouble, I’m lookin’ for truth
Tryna stay alive in the fire of my youth
One mic, one voice, still I speak my mind
If I don’t tell the story, who’s gonna rewind-

Concrete dreams with a heartbeat loud
Tryna stand tall in a faceless crowd
This ain’t just a song, it’s a warning sign
From the bottom of the city to the end of the line

[Bridge]

Streetlights flicker like they might give up
Same way people do when life gets rough
But even in the dark, I see a spark
A voice, a beat, a chance to leave a mark

[Final Chorus]

Don’t push me, I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under

[Outro]

This is a message from the street to the sky
We still here, still askin’ why
Same struggle, different day
But the mic stays live - and I won’t fade away