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Concrete jungle where the sirens sing,
hustle in my veins, I was born in the ring.
Streetlights flicker, shadows don’t sleep,
dreams on the corner where the secrets keep.
I’ve seen hunger carve names on the block,
steel in my heart like a padlock.
Cold nights, warm breath in the alleyway smoke,
world on my back but it never made me choke.
I came from the grind where respect’s the law,
trust is a weapon and greed got claws.
Every scar on my skin is a verse I own,
every fight in the dark made my spirit grown.
Pavement cracks know the weight of my shoes,
I don’t wait for fate, I’ve got nothing to lose.
Stack hope like paper, tuck it deep in my mind,
I’m the product of the hustle, one of a kind.
They say the city don’t care, but I never fold,
my blood runs heavy, my heart runs cold.
Still, I rise in the noise, in the smoke, in the rain,
turning struggle to rhythm, turning loss into gain.
So keep your head high when the world gets tight,
every shadow fades when you carry your light.
Gangster in spirit, survivor in name,
the streets taught me fire, and I play that game.
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shdwangel
Someone give this person an oscar
OMG stoooop you're making me blush
by Onnaya; ; Report
I'm being free tho, ur poems r šoko good and I don't even know u
by shdwangel; ; Report
Wait noo I meant sooo* not šoko
it's auto correct
by shdwangel; ; Report
And fr not free
by shdwangel; ; Report
Thank you little dove for all this compliments, also those grammar mistakes made my day I had a good laugh because of them
by Onnaya; ; Report
At least my grammar mistakes made someones day. I swear auto correct is so damn annoying
by shdwangel; ; Report
I totally get what you mean
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Diegooo.666
Absolute artwork, kudos.
Thanks mate ;)
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