’85 ON THE SOUTHSIDE

Intro

Newark.

Southside.

Born nineteen-eighty-five.

Back when you didn’t step outside—

you checked the air first.

Verse

Born in ’85, Southside Nork raised me,

Before the sun up, danger already pacing.

You open the door, hope it ain’t your day,

’Cause back then bullets didn’t need a reason to spray.

No social media, no cameras to blame,

Just word of mouth, street rules, permanent pain.

Moms say “be careful,” pops say “be smart,"

Both knew the world could tear a kid apart.

Ice-cream truck mixed with sirens and dread,

Some kids learned colors, I learned where not to step.

That’s how the hood was—raw and unedited,

If you made it past youth, you already credited.

Chorus

Southside Nork, ’85 inside me,

Came up where survival was the only ID.

We ain’t undefeated ’cause we fought all day,

We undefeated ’cause we still here anyway.

Respect my walk, feel the weight in my tone,

Final Verdict speak—Brick City grown.

Verse

Wasn’t about race, wasn’t about sets,

It was who stood firm and who folded under stress.

Yeah, I knew Bloods, yeah, we was cool,

But it wasn’t bangin’, it was money and rules.

Other crews too—same grind, same lane,

Everybody tryna eat, stay sane through the rain.

If you had my back, I had yours, no debate,

Loyalty was real currency, not somethin’ to fake.

We moved smart, not reckless or loud,

Respect earned quiet, not screamed in a crowd.

That’s why I’m still walkin’, that’s why I’m still known,

Not for chaos—but for how I held my own.

Verse

My mind stay active, thoughts overlap,

One joke, one truth, one cold hard fact.

I laugh through pressure, then snap to focus,

Say it slick—but the message stay potent.

I ain’t insane, I’m awake in a storm,

Learned how to be calm where panic is norm.

That Jersey wit—wild but precise,

Make you nod, then rewind twice.

I don’t yell bars, I let ’em sink in,

Crazy how silence make the loudest men bend.

That’s that grown-man chaos, disciplined flame,

Unpredictable mind—but the aim stay the same.

Chorus

Southside Nork, ’85 inside me,

Came up where survival was the only ID.

We ain’t undefeated ’cause we fought all day,

We undefeated ’cause we still here anyway.

Respect my walk, feel the weight in my tone,

Final Verdict speak—Brick City grown.

Verse

I don’t move like I got nothin’ to lose,

I move like a man who paid heavy dues.

Seen enough to know what not to chase,

Flash fade quick, character stay.

I don’t need beef for attention or hype,

My presence do damage just standin’ upright.

People feel me ’cause I’m real with the pen,

I don’t sell fear—I sell where I been.

That’s why they listen, that’s why they relate,

This ain’t crash-out music, this survival in bass.

If they buy my songs, they buyin’ truth,

A Brick City life from an ’85 youth.