King of the Block

City skyline grays, where the wolves don’t sleep.

Hustlin' every corner, even shadows run deep.

Blunt smoke curlin', like snakes on the creep,

Dreams so heavy, man the pavement might weep.

Raised by sirens, serenades of the street,

Concrete jungle drums bang under restless feet.

Crown made of struggle, throne where I eat,

King of the block, feel the fire in my beat.

Used to dodge chalk lines, now I write designs,

Turned a life of crime into million-dollar rhymes.

Pen cuts sharper, split dimensions, fold time,

Pages on fire, burn hotter than the sun shines.

City sins ain’t forgivin’, scars tattoo the soul,

But I found bars in the chaos, let the story be told.

Stackin’ bricks of my legacy, no matter the toll,

From the bottom, now I glitter, all heart, all gold.

Raised by sirens, serenades of the street,

Concrete jungle drums bang under restless feet.

Crown made of struggle, throne where I eat,

King of the block, feel the fire in my beat.

Opps chase pennies, I’m lincoln through the cracks,

Dodging stats like a ghost, dark night in all black.

Pockets get fat, but the weight on my back,

Still grindin’, feeding dreams that the odds thought’d lack.