(Intro)From the blocks of New York to the streets of L.A.,Different coasts, same struggle, tryna find a better way.Hustlin' for a dream, but the odds ain’t in our favor,Livin' life on the edge, prayin' for a savior.(Verse 1: New York)In the heart of the city, where the sirens scream,Brooklyn nights, chasing that American dream.Concrete jungle, where the hustle is real,Every corner's a story, every scar you can feel.We got crack in the alley, hope on the run,Kids grow up fast, learn to fight or grab a gun.From the stoop to the block, it’s survival of the fittest,Ain’t no heroes here, just the cold and the restless.(Chorus)From the ghetto of New York to the L.A. streets,We’re just tryna survive, tryna find some peace.Different coasts, but the pain’s the same,Two cities, one struggle, playing a deadly game.(Verse 2: Los Angeles)Out in South Central, where the sun don’t shine,Behind the palm trees, there's a deadly line.Gang signs in the air, tats on the skin,You either ride or you hide, there's no way to win.Homies on the corner, hustlin’ day and night,In the land of the stars, but there’s no spotlight.Choppers in the sky, shadows on the pavement,Every breath a risk, every move, an engagement.(Chorus)From the ghetto of New York to the L.A. streets,We’re just tryna survive, tryna find some peace.Different coasts, but the pain’s the same,Two cities, one struggle, playing a deadly game.(Bridge)But through the struggle, we keep our heads high,Dreamin' of a day when we can finally fly.From the projects in Harlem to Compton’s heat,We march to the rhythm of our hearts' own beat.(Outro)So whether you're in Queens or out in Inglewood,Know that you're not alone, we're misunderstood.Different coasts, but our souls are aligned,In the ghettos of America, we’re all intertwined.