Untitled Song

In the city lights, where dreams ignite, we hustle every night,

Stacking paper, chasing dreams, under the neon's gleam so bright.

 

Life's a maze, these city streets, where every move is a feat,

Concrete jungle, gotta stay humble, heart pounding to the beat.

 

Faces changing, rearranging, in this urban symphony,

Money talks, time never stops, in this relentless city spree.

 

But in the midst of the chaos, where every soul craves peace,

Release the pain, let it rain, find solace, let the struggles cease.

 

Hustle's the anthem, streets our canvas, painting stories in the night,

Survival's the game, chasing fame, under the moon's soft light.

 

From the boulevard to the backyards, we grind, never rewind,

Seeking fortune, the urban potion, in the shadows, we find.

 

In the hustle and grind, where dreams align, we redefine,

Every heartbeat, every rhyme, echoes in the city's design.

 

The rhythm of the streets, where every dream meets,

Concrete symphony, chasing destiny, in the urban beats.

 

So listen close, as the story unfolds, in the city's tale,

Where every echo, every shadow, wears a mask, never frail.

 

In this urban maze, where life's a phase, we dance with fate,

Chasing dreams, in moonlit schemes, through the city's gate.

 

Hustle on repeat, heartbeats in the street, never miss a rhyme,

In the city's groove, where dreams move, it's our time.