I paint my words like graffiti on the wall,
Spitting life from the corner where the shadows call,
The beat drops heavy, like thunder from the sky,
Igniting the passion, let the fire fly high.
Footsteps echo, as I walk this winding lane,
Every heartbeat syncs with the rhythm of the pain,
Streetlights flicker, illuminating the fight,
In a world where dreams burn bright, ignite the night.
Feel the bass rumble, it’s shaking up the ground,
Voices rise together, a symphony profound,
Weaving stories, weaving fate, like stars in the night,
In this jungle of concrete, we find our own light.
Chasing echoes, shadows dance, lost in the beat,
Riding on the wave of every soul we meet,
We’re the poets of the pavement, our canvases alive,
With every step forward, in this tribe we thrive.
Catch the rhythm, let it flow through your veins,
Each word a spark igniting passion that remains,
From the alleys to the avenues, unity is key,
In the heartbeat of the city, we’re finally free.
So gather ‘round the fire, let the circle grow wide,
We’ll spit these rhymes together, let our spirits collide,
With the street as our stage, and the night as our muse,
We’ll paint a legacy that no one can refuse.
And as the final notes linger in the air,
We’ll find our place in history, with stories to share,
This rhythm in the streets will echo through time,
With every beat, every word, we’ll forever shine.
Hip Hop
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