Skyline Hustle

Streets hum electric, buzzin' with the grind,

Concrete jungle where the sun don’t shine.

Dreams in my pocket, pennies in my hand,

Building up a kingdom outta grains of sand.

Skyline hustlers, we climb to the peak,

Voices loud, never mild, we’re the ones who speak.

Chain-link fences couldn’t hold back the soul,

Every brick we stack, we’re closer to the goal.

Shoebox treasures, old kicks, no lace,

Dodging every shadow tryna match my pace.

Pages of the struggle written in the smog,

Vision stays clear even through the fog.

Heartbeats sync with the city's beatbox,

Time ticks loud, no key to these locks.

Towers loom tall but we built the stairs,

Fighting through the static, we breathe fresh air.

Skyline hustlers, we climb to the peak,

Voices loud, never mild, we’re the ones who speak.

Chain-link fences couldn’t hold back the soul,

Every brick we stack, we’re closer to the goal.

Pavement scars, stories carved in the cracks,

Every step forward, no room to relax.

Eyes on the prize, stars burned in my head,

I’ll sleep when I’m gone, till then I’m unfed.