Street Echoes

Cracks in the pavement, whispers from the sewer

Dreams caught in barbed wire, truth ain't purer

City lights flicker, a Morse code stutter

Words cut sharp, like a blade through butter

Sweat drips, ticking clocks in the backdrop

Shadows play tag, while the streetlights pop

Corners hold secrets, bricks built on lies

Echoes of the past in the cold night skies

Boom bap heartbeat, the rhythm of the block

Tick-tock, time don't stop, it just knocks

Soul of the struggle in every chipped rock

Street echoes scream while the bassline talks

Graffiti hieroglyphs, prophets with a spray can

Cardboard stages, breakbeats for the layman

Rats in the alleys, a ballet of survival

Every rhyme spit, a street poet's revival

Concrete jungles hum, symphonies of chaos

Rusty fire escapes climb dreams they weigh us

Fingers trace scars, the map of the hustle

Steel nerves clash in this urban scuffle

Boom bap hymns, sermons in the static

Static on the wire, the streets go erratic

History’s a loop, spinnin' on the platter

Every groove etched deep, where memories scatter