On the Concrete Canvas

Born from the cracks, out the concrete moon,

Spit ink like a pen, paint a scarred cartoon,

Beat junkyard drums, hollow trash can tunes,

City whispers scream, midnight howls at noon.

Running through jungles paved in asphalt veins,

Blood of the borough runs through subway trains,

King of the chaos, crowned in acid rain,

From the sewers rise where the broke dream reigns.

Flicker streetlights dance, broken rhythm divine,

Every cypher a sermon, every word a shrine,

Scars for my medals, these streets are mine,

Cops and demons chase shadows intertwined.

Building bridges with bricks from beatdown walls,

Echoes hours stolen, payphone calls,

The struggle got a pulse, you hear it crawl,

Graffiti prayers sprayed on heaven's halls.

Running through jungles paved in asphalt veins,

Blood of the borough runs through subway trains,

King of the chaos, crowned in acid rain,

From the sewers rise where the broke dream reigns.

Hood prophet in a hoodie pulling halos tight,

Caught flame from the friction, now I burn on sight,

Sip the poison from a paper bag at night,

Survive the grind 'til the stars take flight.