[Intro]
Lost in the maze of concrete dreams
Where alleys whisper ancient schemes
4 AM and I'm still awake
Watching this city bend, not break
[Verse 1]
Found a mic in the warehouse dust
Between broken glass and metal rust
Mama's kitchen beats in my head
Knives on wood like prayers being said
Young king from the bottom shelf
Had to make it work by myself
Streets taught me more than school ever could
Hay Mohammadi understood
[Chorus]
Dust and dreams, that's all we got
Making gold from what they forgot
Dust and dreams in Medina nights
Turn the pain into neon lights
Habibi, we don't need much
Just these beats and Allah's touch
[Verse 2]
Borrowed time, borrowed space
Building empires at my own pace
Dawn prayer echoes through empty streets
While I'm cooking up these heat beats
From the food stall to the booth
Hustle hard, that's the truth
They say money talks, but so do I
Watch me turn these streets high
[Bridge]
In between the old and new
Finding paths they never knew
Every struggle leaves a mark
Stars shine brighter in the dark
[Chorus]
Dust and dreams, that's all we got
Making gold from what they forgot
Dust and dreams in Medina nights
Turn the pain into neon lights
Habibi, we don't need much
Just these beats and Allah's touch
[Outro]
4 AM and still creating
While the whole city's waiting
In this dust, we find our way
Till dreams turn into brighter days