When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend
When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend
Southside blues, city lights paint the scene
Dreams in my pocket, but my pockets ain't clean
Mama on the line like, boy, stay straight
But the block stay hungry, tryna fill that plate
Got shorties in the park with a hoop and a dream
And the dealers on the side tryna scheme on the green
Caught in between, tryna flip the routine
Where the love fills the air, where the love fills the air

Still fake, but the pain stay mean
Corner store story, same faces in the line
Barely 16, tryna stretch a dime
But we make it, through the cold and the gray
Soul full of hope, let the chipmunk play
When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend
Dreams on the red line, ridin' through the city
Windows fogged up, but the vibe's still gritty
Lost a couple homies to the war in the streets
Now I'm tryna find peace over soulful beats
Voices in my head like the sample on repeat
Keep climbin', keep shinin', never face defeat
In the belly of the beast, where the wind cut deep
You either hustle for the light or get lost in the sleep
Chi-town heart, yeah, we made for the grind
Diamonds in the rough, but the pressure designed
Through the pain, through the doubt, let the melody in the sound



And the chipmunks sing when my soul can't conceal
When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend
When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend
When the rain falls, you gon' rise again
Hold your head up high, don't break my friend