The tale of the lads raised in the streets,
Whose music was shoved right under the sheets.
They came up against the odds,
Traversed the less taken roads.
Rap, they called their art!
They sang loud with their heart.
The lines are mostly rough,
The questions asked are tough.
So we sit there mum,
Cause their time has come.
Keep calm and tune in to the beats,
They are the voice of the streets.