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In the beat of the city, in streets where time is gold,
Where each step is a verse, in this sonorous fold.
At the corner, life pulses, the asphalt is the canvas,
Graffitis tell stories, at each corner they enchant us.
I am the echo of alleys where rap resounds,
Tales of the ghettos, truth that resolutely rebounds.
In a flow that transcends, verses without restraint,
Where the street is the school, and music, our flag, it paints.
Night lights, the city never ceases,
In the booming bass, melodies it releases.
In the constant beat, life intertwines,
Hip hop is the voice of those whose spirit shines.
Rhymes like knives, cutting through the silence of night,
In the groove's dance, freedom takes flight.
In every beat, stories come to light,
Hip hop is the voice of the soul that won't recite.
In the concrete jungle, where dreams take flight,
Where struggles breed strength, in the heart of the fight.
From the alleyways' whispers to the city's roar,
Hip hop's the anthem, of the ones wanting more.
Lyrics are the ink, in this urban manuscript,
Each verse a tale, every beat a cryptic script.
From the heart of the struggle, to the heights they aspire,
In the rhythm of life, their passions never tire.
The DJ spins tales, scratches paint the scene,
Each rhyme a narrative, of what could have been.
In the cipher's embrace, where minds collide,
Creativity sparks, in this culture's stride.
From boomboxes to stages, the mic is their throne,
From block parties to arenas, their presence is known.
Hip hop's the language, of streets and of grace,
In this urban symphony, finding their place.
From the struggles emerged a movement, a voice so clear,
Through poetry in motion, they cast away fear.
In the pulse of the city, beats their unified heart,
Hip hop, the catalyst, where their stories start.
With resilience as armor, and rhythm as their guide,
They carve their path, never shying from the tide.
In the melody of resilience, they find their might,
Through every verse, they claim their right.
So, in the streets' symphony, their legacy resounds,
In every beat dropped, their passion astounds.
From the underground up to the mainstream's glow,
Hip hop's essence thrives, a culture destined to grow.
In the tapestry of time, their mark's imprinted deep,
In the ethos of hip hop, their spirits forever leap.
With a mic in hand, and dreams to chase,
Hip hop's journey endures, leaving a lasting embrace.
