Karan Aujla – P Pop Culture Lyrics English Translation
The Street’s Curriculum
Where the streets are your teacher, book-smart means less.
A man hollowed by hunger isn’t easily broken.
The one born to break others never cowers in shadows.
He whose voice is a fortress does not bend.
Who has tasted true poverty? He never truly rests.
Who is woven with the Divine? He shall not shatter.
If the Hand of God is your foundation, you cannot be stopped.
What’s earned with honest sweat is never carelessly spent.
A man whose friends are serpents… trusts no one.
A heart that has never received… cannot give love.
If you spend your days counting battles, you’ll lose count of the stars.
The true player of the game isn’t blown by the wind.
When the soul bears a wound so deep, salt holds no sting.
What comes from the heart isn’t always written on the face.
Who knows true joy does not dwell in sorrow.
A thirst that lasts for ages makes hunger feel faint.
If the eye refuses to weep, even water runs dry.
What is meant to be cast aside can never be reclaimed.
A life can be surrendered, but enmity? Never.
He whose voice is a fortress does not bend.
Chorus: The Unwritten Laws
Just as you can’t claim victory over your own brothers.
Just as true comrades never raise a hand.
Just as you’ll never see a crow in a lion’s duel.
Just as there is no reputation without relentless labor.
In our village, winter may come, but the chill never stays.
A warrior’s world never ascends on a throne of lies.
If the wind denies its pact, the kite will never climb.
If the substance isn’t real, the eye will not be fooled.
Like the awe commanded alone, not by the whole tribe.
The one who lives by deception is never truly robbed.
The one who cracks hard almonds doesn’t deal in soft words.
Real courage is an inner fire, not just muscle and might.
Money may grow thin, but it never truly disappears.
When the weight of the world rests on your shoulders, it burns.
Like a song from the soul, it’s never just a cheap hook.
He whose voice is a fortress does not bend. No, never!
(Beat Interlude: P-Pop P-Pop…)
(Reprise)
Where the streets are your teacher…
A man hollowed by hunger isn’t easily broken…
The one born to break others…
He whose voice is a fortress does not bend…
(Outro)
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