Boom Bap Symphony

Woke up, cold city, streets of gravel,

Dreams unravel, minds locked in a gavel,

Echo of the trains, rhythm in the alleys,

Chasing that paper through the concrete valleys.

Boom bap heartbeat, soul in the grind,

Truth in the rhymes, leave the lies behind,

Drums keep knocking, ticking through time,

Painting my story in the urban skyline.

Cobblestone symphonies, sneakers scuffed,

Life ain't easy, but we built tough,

Graffiti murals tell the tales of the youth,

Every verse I spit is a brushstroke of truth.

Cigarette smoke floats in the air,

Broken dreams whispered everywhere,

Boom bap, the anthem, beats so rare,

Turntables spin, revolution declared.

Rooftop reflections, city’s alive,

Basslines hum where the lost souls thrive,

Grit in my voice, echoes of the struggle,

Every bar a shovel, digging through the rubble.

Boom bap heartbeat, soul in the grind,

Truth in the rhymes, leave the lies behind,

Drums keep knocking, ticking through time,

Painting my story in the urban skyline.