We grew up locally hated,not because we were wrong,but because we refused to fold.In the ghetto, attention is dangerous.So we learned silence.Posture.Mentality before everything.We were dreaming with our eyes open,planning escapes that didn’t look like running.No shortcuts.Just timing.Every day was a hustle,not for applause,but for control.We got dressed to kill,not to impress.Style wasn’t fashion.It was a warning.They doubted.We adjusted.Oops.Now they’re watching.This is not a comeback story.This is continuity.From ghetto.Built here.Worn everywhere.