Concrete Dreams and Survival

Look. Minds spinning, streets talking, whispers in the alleys.

Concrete jungle where they stack dreams in valleys. Bullets sing a melody,

serenade of malice. Shadows dance grim where survival fills the chalice. Mama's prayers lacing

smoke from the candle wick. Pops going ghost, left the fam to handle it.

Hunger in my ribs, had to scramble quick. Life dealt me

jokers but I gamble slick. Cold nights, warm tears, who gon' ride?

Streetlights, false hopes, dreams collide. They say the strong survive,

but the weak just hide. I'm still here, still here, I won't slide.