Cyst of the City (remix)

I walk these streets,

Where shadows fight,

Graffiti tales scream in the night.

Each marks a whisper,

A story untold,

Cyst of the city,

Bold and cold.

Paint on the wall,

Life's canvas in grime,

Every stroke echoes,

Transcending time.

Cyst of the city we rise and we fall,

Every story painted reflects us all.

Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance,

In the urban jungle we take or chance.

The hustle is alive in the hearts of the youth,

Chasing dreams wrapped in raw, hard truth.

These corners remember the fire, the pain,

A cycle of struggling pouring like rain.

From the pavements grit to the sky so wide,

Every artist's heart, their soul as their guide.

Cyst of the city, we rise and we fall,

Each story painted reflects us all,

Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance,

In an urban jungle we take our chance.

So let the world hear...

Our voices ignite,

Cyst of a canvas

We shine through the night.