In the heart of the city where the shadows creep,
Rising from the pavement, yeah, I’m waking from sleep.
Ghetto dreams painted in colorful rays,
Caught in the hustle while the world plays.
Every corner got a story, every block a tale,
Raw truth bubbling up, we refuse to fail.
Street wisdom’s the guide when the nights get cold,
Flow king on the mic, with a heart made of gold.
Concrete soul, we echo in the alleyways,
Fighting for our freedom in a million different ways.
City pulse thumping, feel the rhythm of the fight,
Echoes in the dark, but we shine bright like light.
From the corners to the heights, we rise and we break,
Living off the dreams that we create, never fake.
Voices of the youth, hear them rise and unite,
With each mic drop, we redefine the night.
Hold your head high, let the world feel your pain,
Every struggle we faced, yeah, we dance in the rain.
This life is a journey, it’s written in the stars,
From broken pieces to a symphony of bars.
City pulse, keep it pumping, let the moment unfold,
Stories of the lost and the brave are retold.
With every heartbeat, our legacy grows,
In this concrete jungle, the realness flows.
So take a step forward when the world feels tough,
Embrace the raw truth, life’s a diamond in the rough.
With every lyric I pen, I’m claiming my stake,
In a city of dreams, we’ll rise and never break.
As the sun sets low, casting shadows of hope,
We’re the voice of the streets, forever we cope.
In a world that can dim, we ignite the spark,
This anthem's for the dreamers who dance in the dark.
With a city pulse beating, let the journey be long,
Together in the struggle, we’ll forever stay strong.
And when the final chapter of this story is told,
We’ll write our own fate, a legacy bold.
Hip Hop
Mic drop, City pulse, Ghetto dreams, Raw truth, Street wisdom, Flow king, Concrete soul
Hip Hop
Mic drop, City pulse, Ghetto dreams, Raw truth, Street wisdom, Flow king, Concrete soul