In the heart of the city, where the shadows glow,
Life's a canvas, I’m the flow master, watch me throw.
Street poetry painted on the walls of my soul,
Rhythm heart beating, it's the beat that makes me whole.
Urban dreams chasing like my sneakers hit the ground,
Every corner turned, hear the whispers of the sound.
Voices of the past, they echo in the night,
With my mic soul shining, I’ll bring spark to the fight.
Ghetto fire burning, igniting the resistance,
Every lyric crafted, it’s a form of persistence.
From the depths of struggle, we rise like the sun,
With a rebel flow, we won’t stop till it’s done.
Check the stories written, in the alleys and the streets,
Every pulse of the city, it's the rhythm that repeats.
And the youth in the corners, chasing dreams off the beat,
Finding solace in the verses, it’s a journey bittersweet.
So I lace up these thoughts, like my kicks on the run,
With each line tagged bold, I’m the voice for the ones.
Facing trials head-on, leaving fear in the dust,
Bound by our passion, it’s an unbreakable trust.
Through the highs and the lows, we’ll keep standing tall,
With our sights on the horizon, we’ll answer the call.
This is more than a moment, it's the story we tell,
In the rhythm of our hearts, rebellion rings like a bell.
So as this journey unfolds, let the anthem be known,
With our words as our power, we reclaim what’s our own.
From the streets to the stars, we’ll let our voices flow,
In a world full of noise, it’s our rebel flow unleashed, let it grow.
Hip Hop
Flow master, Street poetry, Rhythm heart, Urban dreams, Mic soul, Ghetto fire, Rebel flow
Hip Hop
Flow master, Street poetry, Rhythm heart, Urban dreams, Mic soul, Ghetto fire, Rebel flow