In the city where the shadows weave,
Street soul echoes, got a story up my sleeve,
Rhythm fire burning bright in the night,
Every corner holds a vision, gotta take flight.
Broken dreams scattered on the pavement,
But I hustle hard, no time for complacent,
Urban poetry flows like a river's stream,
Words drip from my lips, stitching hope to the seams.
I'm a flow master, crafting beats like art,
With a rebel spirit, igniting the heart,
Chasing down visions with a fearless roar,
In the struggle's embrace, I’m hungry for more.
Graffiti on the walls tells tales untold,
In this concrete jungle, where the brave are bold,
Every step I take resonates with the crowd,
Voices like thunder, I’m screaming out loud.
Rhythm fire ignites, when the sun starts to fade,
Lighting up my path, even when I’m afraid,
In the hustle, I find my place in the game,
Turning trials to triumph, no shame in my name.
Broken dreams realign when hope breaks through,
Urban poetry whispers, “You gotta stay true,”
With a heart of a lion, I step to the beat,
In the heart of the city, my story’s complete.
Together we rise, in the pulse of the night,
Street soul symphony, igniting the fight,
Every fall's just a step to the king and the queen,
Rebel spirit forever, in this life and the dream,
So let the rhythm flow, let the fire ignite,
In the dance of the streets, we’ll continue the fight,
With a hustle heart, and a mind that can gleam,
This urban symphony breathes life into dreams.
In the end, we’re the echoes that never fade away,
Living bold in our truth, come what may.
Hip Hop
Street soul, Rhythm fire, Broken dreams, Urban poetry, Hustle heart, Flow master, Rebel spirit