Rap Streets

Cobblestones cracked, where the shadows creep,

Graffiti murals talk, secrets buried deep.

Potholes the portals to the stories untold,

Concrete jungle breathes, and the nights stay cold.

Rap streets sing, beats on the wind,

Echoes of struggle where the grind begins.

Every corner’s a cipher, every block a stage,

Survival’s the anthem, flipping every page.

Streetlights flicker, like the past won’t die,

Sirens harmonize with a baby’s cry.

Alleyways whisper, the ghosts still dwell,

Spray cans sizzle, painting stories they tell.

Chain-link fences hum in the breeze,

Shadows cast long by the swaying trees.

Hustlers in the rhythm, sneakers scrape the ground,

The beat of the block is a sacred sound.

Manholes steaming, city veins bleed,

Hungry mouths open, never-ending need.

Dice games roll, fortune spins on fate,

You play the wrong hand, meet the pearly gate.

Rap streets sing, beats on the wind,

Echoes of struggle where the grind begins.

Every corner’s a cipher, every block a stage,

Survival’s the anthem, flipping every page.