Concrete Dreams by Potent

Concrete Dreams

 

 

In the shadow of brick and steel, where dreamers dare to dwell,

The sirens serenade, a mournful urban knell.

Echoes of ambitions break against the walls so stark,

As iron bars constrict my heart vitality, once a spark.

 

Bills piled high like tenement tales, in a ledger broken,

The language of survival spoken in whispers unspoken.

Utility cuts loom like storm clouds in this gritty strife,

Each flicker of light feels like a dagger at life.

 

Struggling for sustenance, we barter dignity for bread,

With each plate emptying echoing with voices of the dead.

A patchwork of desires tangled in social webs unseen,

Dreams deferred by violence; we’re caught within this machine.

 

Ciphers swirl in alleys where shadows take their flight,

Yet I rap to reclaim lost rhythm buried deep in night.

Verbal acrobatics twist through cerebral circuitry,

Words flow like water surging despite adversity.

 

In Brooklyn's projects where hope is often shunned and scoffed,

The pulse of hardship echoes as laughter turns to soft.

Yet truth does not relent it flows from tongues that ache and yearn

From struggle springs resilience; hear how embers burn!

 

Grit-stained ledger lines chart the courses we desire,

As I navigate the chaos each breath ignites a fire!

Trapped in cycles vicious as cats fighting for territory,

They tell us ‘get your hustle on but what’s your path to glory?

 

With graffiti dreams splashed upon concrete canvases bare,

I narrate our existence the plight too prevalent to spare.

Each line a testament to battles fought within this realm,

Where survival’s not just instinct it’s setting forth the helm.

 

Witness crimes chronicled by footfalls echoing dread,

Nightmares weave through alleys; hearts pulsing with fear and lead.

Moments crystallized a lens reflecting life's erratic dance

Each step becomes a chapter in oppression's grotesque romance.

 

Thirsting for justice served cold behind locked-up gates,

While fate and circumstance conspire how cruelly it awaits!

Payouts minuscule while prices rise with sickening rapidity,

Yet passion fuels my verses wrapped in unapologetic audacity.

 

So here I forge my rhymes a sword forged from reality's bane,

Carving pathways through the pain embedded deep within our vein.

Their assumptions weave confusion as they blanket us with scorn

But behold! We rise from ashes rebirthed amidst the torn.

 

Rap is my salve; each syllable stitched tightly for tomorrow’s morn,

An incantation of survival rebirthing dreams intrinsic born!

No life should be defined by poverty or fear infused despair

In this rugged narrative know we’re resilient as we dare!

 

by Potent