Bulletproof Dreams(방탄의 꿈) (feat. Reason8)

Yo, the block's a warzone—light's a busted streetlamp,

Graffiti-spit anger, walls my only diary.

Cop sirens sing lullabies, every night the same psalm,

Big bros pack Glocks, lil' ones pack school calamity.

Saw my first drive-by at five, sold my first zip at ten,

We brothers sworn by blood—school uniforms swapped for ski-masks.

Leaders locked up or six feet down, we play to win,

Survival's the only law—mercy's a foreign language.

Dance in the crossfire—my veins run stubborn,

Ghetto crown's barbed wire, concrete kings in the furnace.

When the cop cars leave, we rise from the mud—

*These streets my classroom, diploma written in blood.

Homies in caskets, revenge in my arteries,

Harvest season's body bags—autumn bullets ripe.

Mama prays to Psalms, I load the .30,

Friendship dies at the muzzle, trust is a corpse on sight.

White picket fences flinch, my block's a cracked Mojave,

Pigs' eyes drip venom—we rats in their maze.

Snubnose for breakfast, whiskey for night's grace,

*Death waves me closer—I laugh bulletproof in its face.

They ask, "Why choose violence? Ain't there another route?"

I ask, "When did peace ever put food in our mouths?"

This life ain't a choice—it's the scar we're born with,

My fists write the script, blood's the only award list.

Dance in the crossfire—my veins run stubborn,

Ghetto crown's barbed wire, concrete kings in the furnace.

When the cop cars leave, we rise from the mud—

*These streets my classroom, diploma written in blood.

Born a soldier, my fate's engraved in the pavement,

*Scars are my medals, bullet wounds my receipts—eternal son of the basement.