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[Verse] Cold hit the block, cracks deep, tell the story, Spray cans silent now, snow writes in territory. Tag faded shades under white, ghost in the alley, Sidewalk’s rough canvas, city’s chill finale. Footsteps crunch on broken glass, echoes in the mist, Every flake a shard of time, can’t resist the twist. Grainy shadows slide past shuttered scenes, Winter’s ink blots over rebel dreams. [Pre-Chorus] Turn the corner, watch the frost bite, Night’s a canvas, paint it tight. Cold air’s grip but the rhythm’s soul, On this cracked street, I’m in control. [Chorus] First snow falling on the city grind, Taggin' cold streets with a colder mind. Frozen whispers in the graffiti lines, Winter’s ink, let the story unwind. First snow falling, feel the cold bite, Sidewalk cracked but the spirit’s bright. Underneath the white, we ignite, Sprayin’ life on the canvas of the night. [Verse] Skate wheels hum, a fast ride through the frost, Every step’s a battle but it’s never lost. Broken tiles, jagged dreams, we stitch ‘em tight, Street’s heartbeat thumps under fluorescent light. Echoes of cans and the winter’s hush, Spray-painted truths in the city’s rush. Snow lays soft but the streets stay raw, Cracklin’ stories that the night saw. [Pre-Chorus] Turn the corner, watch the frost bite, Night’s a canvas, paint it tight. Cold air’s grip but the rhythm’s soul, On this cracked street, I’m in control. [Chorus] First snow falling on the city grind, Taggin' cold streets with a colder mind. Frozen whispers in the graffiti lines, Winter’s ink, let the story unwind. First snow falling, feel the cold bite, Sidewalk cracked but the spirit’s bright. Underneath the white, we ignite, Sprayin’ life on the canvas of the night. [Bridge] Frost on the shutters, locked tight in the fight, Streetlight halos cutting through the night. Taggin’ memories in the freeze and the flow, Know the cold, but the fire still glows. [Chorus] First snow falling on the city grind, Taggin' cold streets with a colder mind. Frozen whispers in the graffiti lines, Winter’s ink, let the story unwind. First snow falling, feel the cold bite, Sidewalk cracked but the spirit’s bright. Underneath the white, we ignite, Sprayin’ life on the canvas of the night. [Outro] Snow settles slow, but the streets don’t sleep, Cold world stories, graffiti deep. First fall’s hush, but the city talks, In the cracks and the flakes, we walk the walks.

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