La Vida Grita

City buzz hummin', rooftops whisper drama,

Street lights flicker, life's a gritty panorama.

Bodega's gospel preaching sermons in Spanglish,

Hope in a scratch-off, dreams vanish like anguish.

Gold-hovering chain swingin', weight of my gravitas,

Fourth graders flipping bird signals to the avatars.

Sneakers scrape pavement, thoughts sharp like razors,

Picket-fence dreams ain't fightin' in these mazes.

Hear La Vida Grita, sirens sing the anthem,

Corners bring the wisdom, scars serve as ransom.

Concrete jungles, roots bloom out the fractures,

Survival's an art form painted in these chapters.

Chicken spots smellin' rich, grease stains my optics,

Clock tickin', plots thicken, bots movin' toxic.

Elders rockin’ folding chairs, kings who saw thrones fade,

Knights turned ghosts, faded Polaroid parade.

Kids with hands tucked, fast pace, no slow blinkin',

Tears reflect streetlights, tears fall when the mind’s sinkin’.

Graffiti scriptures, history written on traincars,

Past screams loud, struggles waltz under the same stars.

Droppin' quarters in payphones, whispers to eternity,

Patched dreams stitched quick, hope is still a currency.

La Vida Grita—life screams in the trenches,

Every sentence etched in pressures and defenses.