Street Reflections

City cracked smile, teeth of concrete and dust,

Sidewalk stories turn to whispers of rust.

Kids play hopscotch ‘round needles and dreams,

Life’s a slot machine spittin' busted schemes.

Damn it, man, they tryna snatch our hope,

Livin' in a maze, tryna climb this rope.

Game ain't clean, it’s coated in grit,

But we hustle through, never gonna quit.

Chain link fences guard the ghosts of despair,

Dollar bills with scars, man, the struggle ain’t fair.

Here we scrap hard for scraps of a throne,

Survivin’ in a jungle built on blood and stone.

Old heads preach round liquor brown rivers,

Wisdom spills thick, but it shakes and shivers.

World too cold, hands splinter and bleed,

Got fire in our hearts, raw hunger to feed.

Streetlights flicker, Morse code from the sky,

Every blink narrates tales of who lived, who died.

F**k the odds, they rigged that game from the start,

We rebel with words, spray cans, and heart.

Damn it, man, they tryna snatch our hope,

Livin' in a maze, tryna climb this rope.

Game ain't clean, it’s coated in grit,

But we hustle through, never gonna quit.