Brooklyn Stride

[Verse] In the streets at fifteen, I found my stride, Mama's prayers and Daddy's schemes collide, With big apple dreams, I never feared the rain, Through the hustle and bustle, I carved my name. [Verse 2] Mama sang her hymns, every Sunday morn, While Daddy's dice rolled, where the nights are born, Between the pews and the avenues, I learned to dance, With a wink and a grin, gave luck a chance. [Chorus] From Harlem's shadows to Times Square's lights, In the city's heartbeat, I earned my rights, Through the blues and jazz, I made my stand, With a song in my heart and grit in my hand. [Verse 3] Street lamps flickered, casting dreams anew, From Fifth Avenue to Bowery’s queue, With every note I sung, every dime I earned, In the city's symphony, my spirit burned. [Bridge] Now the saxophones wail, and the trumpets shout, In every chorus, there's no room for doubt, I'll climb every skyscraper, walk every block, With the rhythm of New York under my socks. [Chorus] From Harlem's shadows to Times Square's lights, In the city's heartbeat, I earned my rights, Through the blues and jazz, I made my stand, With a song in my heart and grit in my hand.