Subway phanton

Steel beams hum, my kicks hit drum

Turnstile clicks, sample sounds that come

Rat kings skitter where the shadows stay

Tunnel-born symphonies in decay

Echos ricochet, hear the subway cry

Underground gospel, steel beams sigh

In the Bronx we rise where the sunlight hides

Rhythms of the rail, ride 'til we collide

Graff-scrawled letters on these concrete veins

Train car sermons preaching city pains

Chrome wheels whisper, graffiti bleeds

My pen’s a blade carving thoughts that lead

Broken neon casts a toxic glow

Card swipes rhythm where the lost souls flow

Third rail charge, heartbeats ticking time

Buried in the underground—a city's spine

Echoes dance, flicker past each face

Stories freeze-frame in this fleeting space

Sparks fly down tracks, a conductor’s spark

Boom-bap coded deep in shadows dark

Echos ricochet, hear the subway cry

Underground gospel, steel beams sigh

In the Bronx we rise where the sunlight hides

Rhythms of the rail, ride 'til we collide