Rap Symphony

Fingers on the gold, I’m Midas in disguise,

Crumbs into crust, built castles from the fries,

Chain swing heavy, grip the weight of the wise,

Grind sharp enough to leave the hustle baptized.

Money grows tall like a story untold,

Cooked in the pot, every line pure gold,

Night’s my arena, my mic’s how I hold,

Wordsmith alchemy, turning young to old.

Roll through the city where the lights never dim,

Bars cut deep, every line sink or swim,

Echoes in the alley, heavy soul look grim,

But I'm chasin' down the crown like I'm strapped to the rim.

Street symphony conduct from the curb,

Voice hit the track like a falcon disturbed,

Spit raw proof, leave the doubters unnerved,

Pages burn hot like the passion preserved.

Caught in this maze of the grit and the grind,

Time tick fast, still ahead of my mind,

Fate leaves clues, but the treasure’s confined,

I’m the architect here, blueprint redesigned.

Dusk meets dawn, and the cycle begins,

Steady with my craft, built to weather the sins,

Life’s a chessboard, every move earns wins,

Crown off the shelves, where the legacy spins.