In the heart of the city where the shadows linger,
I’m the rhythm king, feel the beat through my fingers.
Every corner whispers, got street wisdom to share,
Broken silence echoes, life’s heavy but fair.
These rebel dreams dance on the asphalt,
Painting murals of hope where the world seems to halt.
From the rooftops to the alleys, the stories unfold,
Each line that I spit carries truth, never sold.
Pavement prophets, we’re just working for change,
Spitting fire in the silence, breaking through the strange.
With a lyrical heart and the pulse of the street,
We rise in the struggle where the tough stay discreet.
Visions of tomorrow, painted in the night,
Illuminate the darkness, let the spirit ignite.
Urban flow flows through the veins of the lost,
Every step taken counts, know the value, the cost.
Each verse is a battle, each rhyme is a shield,
In this ghetto temple, our wounds are revealed.
A symphony of voices, we connect and unite,
In the tapestry of life, we find strength in the fight.
Breaking chains, rising high like the dawn,
We’re the dreams of the broken, proud and reborn.
From the ashes of pain, we build up our throne,
In the city of angles, never walk it alone.
So let the rhythm keep thumping, let the bass vibrate,
Every heartbeat echoes the stories we narrate.
In the ghetto pulse, we find power to roam,
We’re the pulse of the streets, forever calling it home.
Together we’ll rise, lift the veil of despair,
With hearts full of fire, our voices fill the air.
In the end, we won’t fade, like stars we will gleam,
Chasing those rebel dreams, forever we’ll dream.
Hip Hop
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