Street Chronicles

Here’s a song inspired by the vibe of Drake’s “Champagne Poetry,” with introspective lyrics, a smooth flow, and a soulful tone: Verse 1: Heavy is the crown but I wear it like it’s light work, City on my back, got me feeling like the night’s curse. Dreams weigh a ton, but my vision’s still in HD, Living in the moments where the pressure tries to break me. Phone buzzing crazy, same hands I used to pray with, Now they out to take what I made—it’s amazing. They call it blessings, but they don’t see the price tag, Sacrificed my peace, trying to bring my whole life back. Pre-Chorus: And I’ve been running, running, running, tryna find me, Mirror shows a stranger, but the soul’s where the light be. I lost friends, but gained wisdom in the process, Somewhere in the chaos, there’s still beauty in the progress. Chorus: Poured my pain in these glasses, now it’s champagne, Toasting to the nights I prayed I’d make it through the rain. Every L is a lesson, every scar’s a little blessing, I’m just hoping when it’s over, I can say it was perfection. Verse 2: Built from the ashes, still dust on my collarbone, Heart on my sleeve, but my chest feels like it’s all alone. They don’t understand the vision; I see it clearer now, Tried to clip my wings, but I’m still flying nearer now. Late nights, lost in the glow of the streetlights, Counting every risk like I’m rolling with three dice. Love lost, trust broken—it’s a steep price, But I’m here and I’m breathing, so I must’ve got the reach right. Pre-Chorus: And I’ve been chasing shadows, searching for the light source, Battles in my mind, had me fighting in a tight war. They said the sky’s the limit, so I mapped it in my journal, Told my younger self, “Keep it lit, it’s eternal.” Chorus: Poured my pain in these glasses, now it’s champagne, Toasting to the nights I prayed I’d make it through the rain. Every L is a lesson, every scar’s a little blessing, I’m just hoping when it’s over, I can say it was perfection. Outro: And I don’t need applause, I just need the peace, Tired of the hustle, but I’m scared to release. The road’s long, but it’s carved in my memory, Pour another glass, raise a toast to my enemies. Champagne’s bitter, but it’s sweeter when you’ve earned it, Lessons in the pain—guess I finally deserved it.

Little Zohran in his yellow shirt, Dashing around, kicking up dirt. His shirt’s so bright, it blinds the sun, “Where’s your cape, little one?” Grandma sighs, “Won’t you change today?” But Zohran laughs and runs away. “This shirt’s my armor, my shining shield, It makes me king of every field!” At dinner time, the battle’s on, With ketchup stains, the war is won. Yellow or red, he doesn’t care, Zohran’s style is beyond compare!

[Verse] Power couple hittin' the scene, Mr & Mrs Purple Punch, Got the podcast poppin', headin' for the lunch, Two purple squirrels, runnin' talk at two, Sunday vibes, yo, they breakin' all the rules. [Verse 2] Microphones on, with the vocal finesse, Droppin' knowledge bombs, man, this ain't a guess, Tuned in worldwide, never gonna fail, Purple Punch duo, got stories to tell. [Chorus] Power Couple, yo, they bring the funk, Purple squirrels podcast, they pack the trunk, Sundays at two, they changin' the game, Mr & Mrs Punch, yo, remember the name. [Verse 3] Laughs and the facts, mixin' it right, Convo slicker than the purple neon light, Podcast legends, forever on the rise, Man, they got the vision, seen through all eyes. [Verse 4] Turn the dials up, feel the vibes roll, Squirrels got the hustle, control every scroll, Listeners in a trance, can't get enough, Sunday at two, the Purple Punch stuff. [Chorus] Power Couple, yo, they bring the funk, Purple squirrels podcast, they pack the trunk, Sundays at two, they changin' the game, Mr & Mrs Punch, yo, remember the name.

[Verse] Mr. Purple Punch, mind sharper than a tack Mrs. Purple Punch, always got each other's back Together they run, that squirrel podcast spree On Sundays they rule, it's the place to be [Chorus] Power couple grind, mic sparkin' like a match Settin' hearts on fire, like some kinda verbal dispatch Purple squirrel wisdom, drop it on a Sunday noon Listeners tuned in, vibin' to the purple tune [Verse 2] They cover it all, from finance to love Givin' out game, like blessings from above Mr. Punch with the facts, Mrs. holds it down Podcast royalty, purple crowns and renown [Chorus] Power couple grind, mic sparkin' like a match Settin' hearts on fire, like some kinda verbal dispatch Purple squirrel wisdom, drop it on a Sunday noon Listeners tuned in, vibin' to the purple tune [Bridge] They talk real, no fluff, straight to the core Listeners crave more, always roar for encore Sunday’s spotlight, purple glow in the air Mr. and Mrs. Punch, podcast premier pair [Chorus] Power couple grind, mic sparkin' like a match Settin' hearts on fire, like some kinda verbal dispatch Purple squirrel wisdom, drop it on a Sunday noon Listeners tuned in, vibin' to the purple tune

**Intro:** Yeah, listen up, it’s time to rise, Every moment counts, no more goodbyes, Life's a race, can’t hit the ground, Let’s embrace the truth, the last time is now. **Verse 1:** Woke up in the morning, sun breaking through, sun breaking through, Feeling that heartbeat, it's calling me too, Dreams in my pocket, I'm ready to chase, No more looking back, gotta pick up the pace. Minutes like shadows, they vanish so fast, Got a grip on the future, forget about the past, Every choice I make, the stakes are high, I’m carving my path, let these days fly. **Chorus:** The last time is now, gotta seize the day, No more holding back, let the fears fade away, We’re living this moment, can’t let it go, The last time is now, just follow the flow. **Verse 2:** City lights flicker, we hustle and grind, Voices in my head say, "Leave doubts behind," Friends by my side, we’re reaching for more, Together we stand, ready to explore. Every corner I turn, new stories unfold, Life's a canvas, we paint it bold, With passion in our hearts, we’ll light up the dark, This moment’s electric, we’re ready to spark. **Bridge:** So many chances, don’t let them slide, The time is upon us, let’s enjoy the ride, Break down the walls, let the rhythm shake, Each step we take, the ground we break. **Chorus:** The last time is now, gotta seize the day, No more holding back, let the fears fade away, We’re living this moment, can’t let it go, The last time is now, just follow the flow. **Outro:** As the rhythm fades, remember this sound, The echoes of life, where our dreams are found, With every heartbeat, every vow, One life, one chance, the last time is now. Yeah, the last time is now.

[Verse] Yo, it's the Purple Punch Power, comin' through the speaker Two squirrels in the biz, ain't nobody slicker They got the podcast game, locked like a fortress Mr. and Mrs. makin' waves, no distress [Chorus] Purple acorns, drippin' down, they got that flair Squirrels on the mic, ain't no fightin' fair Dynamic duo, hittin' harder than a hammer Runnin' up the charts, like they climbin' up the ladder [Verse 2] Mr. Purple, smooth talker, call him the snazzy player Mrs. Purple, wordsmith, she's the poetry slayer Crack open those mics, every Tuesday, they deliver Spreading that wisdom, makin' listeners quiver [Chorus] Purple acorns, drippin' down, they got that flair Squirrels on the mic, ain't no fightin' fair Dynamic duo, hittin' harder than a hammer Runnin' up the charts, like they climbin' up the ladder [Verse 3] Got the wisdom from the woods, breakin' down the treetops Insight so deep, they call it squirrel psychology Chats so electric, lightin' up the airwaves Power couple podcasts, gotta love those brave waves [Chorus] Purple acorns, drippin' down, they got that flair Squirrels on the mic, ain't no fightin' fair Dynamic duo, hittin' harder than a hammer Runnin' up the charts, like they climbin' up the ladder

[Intro] Yo, yo, Purple Squirrels in the house, Mr. and Mrs. Purple Punch, The power couple, bringing that 90's flair. [Verse] Up in the tree, got a story to tell, Two squirrels in the mix, casting that spell, Mr. Punch smooth, moves like a Jaguar, Mrs. Punch crazy, snappin' like a radar. [Verse 2] From the branches of dreams, spreading the word, Runnin' the podcast, their voice gets heard, Mic in one paw, vision clear as day, They twistin' the vibes in a purple ballet. [Chorus] Purple Punch Power Couple, never mundane, Droppin' wisdom, humor that entertains, Listeners hooked, attention to retain, They the brightest nuts in the podcast chain. [Verse 3] Kickin' that knowledge, fix your mental diet, Stories richer than gold, they never quiet, Segments poppin', like days of golden flares, Memory lane walkin' with nostalgic airs. [Verse 4] Mr. Punch swag, got that lyrical physic, Mrs. Punch wit, sharper than ballistic, One-two combo in this audial business, Nineties glowin', yeah it's purely intrinsic.

[Verse] In a world so noisy can't hear my own name Legs don't work right feels like life's a cruel game Hands like to tremble thoughts trapped in my veins Outsider glances cutting through like sharp chains [Verse 2] Wheelchair rolling slow through streets in the rain Mind wants to fly but body's got its own chains Doctors with their words acting like they're saints Talking therapies watching all our pains [Chorus] Unbound by your stares gonna rise up high Gonna break every limit reach up to the sky My soul's a warrior in a body that's tired I'm unbound I'm fighting with a spirit that's wired [Verse 3] Hearing whispers doubts behind my back Telling me what I can't like life is just so black But in my heart beats a rhythm that won't crack Gonna roll right by with passion on my track [Verse 4] Schools weren't easy got battle scars learned Friends that faded their patience quickly burned But every night in dreams my fire's returned In a sky of struggle stars brightly learned [Bridge] Blinded by their pity they can't see my light Got the strength inside me to face another fight In a world that's heavy I hold my sword tight Unbound and ready to burst into flight

It's hard to live in a world that's so cold Where the pressure to succeed is all we're told We're expected to be strong, to never show fear But sometimes it's too much, and we can't hold back the tears Suicide in young men, it's a growing trend We need to talk about it, we need to make amends We need to reach out, to those who are in pain And let them know, they're not alone in this game It's okay to ask for help, it's okay to feel weak It's okay to admit, that you're not at your peak We need to break the stigma, that surrounds mental health And show young men, that it's okay to ask for help Suicide in young men, it's a growing trend We need to talk about it, we need to make amends We need to reach out, to those who are in pain And let them know, they're not alone in this game We need to create a world, where young men can thrive Where they can be themselves, and not just survive We need to show them, that they're valued and loved And that their life, is a gift from above Suicide in young men, it's a growing trend We need to talk about it, we need to make amends We need to reach out, to those who are in pain And let them know, they're not alone in this game

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The world's got somethin' going on, Why’s Kim Jung makin’ bombs, while peace is gone? Putin shootin’ civilians, no shame in his game, While leaders point fingers, just shiftin' the blame. Climate’s burnin’, ice caps meltin’ down, Voices in the streets, but they silence the sound. Greed in the air, choking hope from the youth, Tell me, who’s gonna step up and fight for the truth? We’re all contributors to the state of decay, Ignorin’ all the signs as the skies turn gray. Change starts with us, can’t just sit and delay, Time to flip the script, there’s no better day. Oil spills in the seas, forests cut like it’s free, They profit off destruction, ain't no justice for trees. Screens show the chaos, but we scroll and forget, While the rich stack chips, drownin' us in debt. But I still got hope in the hands of the crowd, Young minds thinkin’ big, speakin’ truth out loud. It’s a fight for survival, gotta rewrite the code, Build a better tomorrow, lighten up the load. So stand tall, be the change, break outta the norm, We’re the storm in the calm, the rebels reborn. The world’s got somethin’ going on, we can’t look away, It’s our move to make, let’s start today.