One Mic

I scribble scriptures on the backs of train seats,

City veins pulse under concrete, my heartbeat.

Streetlights flicker—witness to my genesis,

Queensbridge in my veins, I bleed reminiscence.

Project windows frame a world in monochrome,

Dreams get shot down before they ever leave home.

I learned survival from the shadows and the echoes,

Where every friend could turn Judas for the pesos.

I seen the fiends trade hope for a quick high,

Cops circle blocks, blue lights in the night sky.

Mama prayed for me, said, “Son, keep your mind right,”

But I was chasing paper, running from the limelight.

Hook:

I write my pain in the cracks of the pavement,

Every scar on my soul’s an engraving.

Still I rise, still I fight for tomorrow,

One mic, one life, built from sorrow.

Verse 2:

It’s like—every corner got a story untold,

Young kings with crowns made of tinfoil and gold.

I seen innocence lost in the system’s design,

Brothers locked up for nickels, doing serious time.

I paint pictures with words, like the masters before me,

My city’s a canvas, the struggle’s mandatory.

I watched empires fall for a taste of respect,

Trust is a currency, loyalty’s in debt.

Still, I’m haunted by the faces I’ve lost,

Every victory here comes with a cost.

So I walk with the ghosts of my past in my shadow,

Write my legacy in verses, let the ink battle.

Hook:

I write my pain in the cracks of the pavement,

Every scar on my soul’s an engraving.

Still I rise, still I fight for tomorrow,

One mic, one life, built from sorrow.

Verse 3:

I seen the sun set on dreams in the gutter,

Heard wisdom from the lips of a mother.

Lessons in the silence, truth in the struggle,

Life’s a chess game, every move is a puzzle.

They said hope dies last, so I keep it alive,

Searching for peace where the lost souls survive.

I pen rhymes for the ones who ain’t make it,

For every young prophet the system tried breaking.

Still I stand, still I spit for the voiceless,

Legacy immortal—my words are the choices.

Outro:

So when the city sleeps and the sirens fade,

My story lingers in the lines I’ve made.

From the bridge to the block, let the truth ignite,

Concrete scriptures in the cold street light.