Concrete Heartbeats

Yo. Peep the concrete canvas, where the stories they bloom.

Streetlight flickers, cuts through the heavy city gloom. Hear the sirens wail,

a familiar weary hum. As the sun dips low, and the struggle's

never truly done. Pigeons on the wire, they watch our hopes take flight. From these project

windows, fadin' into dimming light. Corner store is now boarded,

another local dream shut tight. Economies are whispers, stealin' futures in the darkest night.

The block's still breathin', but the air feels thin, you know?

A generation's promise, shackled by bureaucracy's slow flow. This ain't just pavement,