Street Chronicles

Streets colder than an icebox, heart in the freezer

Dreams get sliced, sharp edge like a cleaver

Hustle through the night, no rest for the schemer

Every corner got a preacher, every block got a believer

Rise from the rubble, turn dust into gold

Chains heavy on the neck, but the spirit won't fold

They tried to write me off, story never been told

This pen bleeds truth, watch the saga unfold

Smoke in the alleys, whispers in the air

Dice roll quick, hope gets lost in despair

Shoebox full of secrets, can't afford to share

Enemies in the shadows, but I know they out there

Drums pound heavy, heartbeat syncs to the sound

Every step forward, feet barely touch the ground

Survivor's guilt heavy, ghosts linger around

Still I climb higher, where my crown is found

Graffiti on the walls, the city's got a voice

Echoes of the past, every crack got a choice

Chains of oppression break with the loudest noise

Through the chaos, I rise, a phoenix poised

Rise from the rubble, turn dust into gold

Chains heavy on the neck, but the spirit won't fold

They tried to write me off, story never been told

This pen bleeds truth, watch the saga unfold