In the dusky glow of city lights,
Boom bap echoes in the streets at night,
Fast kicks thump in rhythm with the fight,
Sharp bars slice through the silence like a knife.
Hustle hard in the shadows where truth is found,
Real talk from the heart, in a gritty sound,
Deep 808s rumble, shake the underground,
I stand tall, feet planted on solid ground.
Life's a canvas, painting pain and pride,
Every struggle, every tear, I won't hide,
Stories unfold in the corners where we bide,
Echoes of legends, the past as our guide.
Foes come and go, but the love remains,
While the skyline shifts, we’re dancing in the rain,
Every beat is a pulse, every lyric ingrained,
In the heart of the city, forever entertained.
The world spins fast, but we take our time,
Climbing higher ground, with every single rhyme,
Grit and grind, where dreams intertwine,
In this concrete jungle, we define the climb.
From rooftops to the blocks where the youth reside,
We share our visions, let our hopes collide,
Through the struggles and the lessons that we can't abide,
We keep pushing forward, with resilience as our pride.
So here’s to the journey, the battles and the scars,
To the nights spent crafting life under the stars,
Each lyric a beacon, shining through the bars,
In this symphony of hustle, we know just who we are.
As I breathe in this moment, feel the weight release,
City dreams and gritty scenes, they bring me peace,
With every verse I pen, my footing won't cease,
In the heart of the hustle, I’ve found my lease.
Hip Hop
Boom bap, Fast kicks, Sharp bars, Deep 808s, Gritty sound, Real talk, City lights
Hip Hop
Boom bap, Fast kicks, Sharp bars, Deep 808s, Gritty sound, Real talk, City lights