Life's a canvas, I'm painting calm,
With every heartbeat, the pulse alive,
Rhymes like rivers, where dreams survive.
Legacies built on the backs of the brave,
We lace up our truths, never minding the grave,
Corners whisper secrets, in the dead of night,
Shadows rise, but we seeking the light.
Wordplay sharp, cutting clear through the noise,
Echoes of the streets, where we made all our choices,
From concrete jungles where the legends roam,
Spitting verses that feel like coming home.
Painting pictures with the strokes of my mind,
Ink flows deeper than the ties that bind,
History's written on the sidewalks we tread,
Every step a story, every word a thread.
Chasing dreams while the city glooms,
Turning the cracks into blooming rooms,
Read the scriptures, they’re carved in stone,
In the rhythm of the hustle, my spirit has grown.
So we elevate, climb higher each day,
These dreams won't fade, they’re here to stay,
With hope in our hearts and fire in our eyes,
We rise from the ashes, as the shadows rise.
Legacy built not just for ourselves,
But for the lost, the lonely, the stories on the shelves,
We’re the architects, drafting the scheme,
Building bridges with our verses, igniting the dream.
So let the world hear, let the echoes be known,
From the streets and the struggles, we’ve finally grown,
This is our chapter, written under the skies,
One last breath, and we’ll never say goodbye.
Hip Hop
Street scripture, pulse alive, legacy built, wordplay sharp, shadows rise
Hip Hop
Street scripture, pulse alive, legacy built, wordplay sharp, shadows rise