Write a Hardest rap lyrics with graphics language about describe hardworking parent concerning school students from primary to tertiary education.

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Verse 1:
Yo, rise and grind, the sun ain't waitin',
Mama hustlin' hard while the kids out playin',
From primary school, she been fightin' like a warrior,
Lunch packed tight, she the real life story, uh.
Early mornings, hittin' that grindstone,
Workin' two jobs just to give 'em a home,
Overtime clocked, while the kids dream of glory,
But little do they know, it’s her heart that’s the story.

Chorus:
Hard work, blood sweat with tears on the page,
From cradle to college, the world's your stage,
Parents out here, breakin' backs, no doubt,
School dreams climbin’ like a ladder, gettin' out.

Verse 2:
Took them to school, did the carpool shuffle,
Nights spent studyin', man, that struggle’s real tough,
From science fairs to PTA meets,
Every single sacrifice, playin’ for keeps.
"Mom, I need this!" — she never blinks,
Pushes past limits, while the whole world stinks.
College fund saved in the bottom of her purse,
Knowing every dime's a step to break that curse.

Chorus:
Hard work, blood sweat with tears on the page,
From cradle to college, the world's your stage,
Parents out here, breakin' backs, no doubt,
School dreams climbin’ like a ladder, gettin' out.

Bridge:
Can’t break the cycle, each day’s a new fight,
For every late night, there’s a future in sight,
From homework battles to graduation caps,
They keep pushin' forward, no time for naps.

Verse 3:
Now fast forward, kids grown, wearin' gowns,
Remember those late nights, wearin' tire trowns,
Tertiary dreams, living life on the grind,
Thanks to the sacrifices of the ones they left behind.
So here’s to the warriors in this fight of life,
The parents who hustle, through joys and strife,
Burn the midnight oil, for the dreams they sow,
In the hallways of school, watch the children grow.

Chorus:
Hard work, blood sweat with tears on the page,
From cradle to college, the world's your stage,
Parents out here, breakin' backs, no doubt,
School dreams climbin’ like a ladder, gettin' out.

Outro:
So raise a glass high for the ones who care,
The hardworking souls, always there,
In every struggle, while the shadows loom,
Shining bright, parents bloom like a flower in full bloom.