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Rise Up in the City Lights 1 by Diogo

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Rise Up in the City Lights 1

Hip-Hop

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street corners whisper names, scratched into old brick walls,
concrete bruised and worn like a fighter’s knuckles, brawls.
sneakers scuff the dust, chasing dreams that spill like rain,
skyscrapers watching all, unblinking as i wear my pain.
midnight talks with neon signs, they flicker doubts i’m breaking,
but in the silence deep, a voice inside’s awakening.
worn-out gloves, tightened straps, i lace the rhythm strong,
every scar a map, every fall a different song.
rise up, through alley shadows where the cold winds bite,
stand tall, where the sparks fly high and refusal’s right.
from cracked sidewalks to the pulse of late-night fights,
we glow, even when the city dims its lights.
jackets zipped against the wind that carries yesterday’s news,
dreams pinned like patches on a jacket worn with bruise.
sirens weave stories tangled in the hum of distant trains,
i carve my name in sweat and hope, through stops and starts and pains.
midnight talks with neon signs, they flicker doubts i’m breaking,
but in the silence deep, a voice inside’s awakening.
worn-out gloves, tightened straps, i lace the rhythm strong,
every scar a map, every fall a different song.
rise up, through alley shadows where the cold winds bite,
stand tall, where the sparks fly high and refusal’s right.
from cracked sidewalks to the pulse of late-night fights,
we glow, even when the city dims its lights.
under streetlamps where stories fold, i find a stubborn grace,
past the cracked glass and missing faces, i hold steady my place.
not for glory, or the crowd’s cheer, just the quiet in my chest,
a flame stubborn and small, refusing to rest.
rise up, through alley shadows where the cold winds bite,
stand tall, where the sparks fly high and refusal’s right.
from cracked sidewalks to the pulse of late-night fights,
we glow, even when the city dims its lights.
so here’s to the fighters who never break, just bend,
in this restless city that never sleeps or ends.
we rise, not for fame, but because we must ignite,
a stubborn spark, glowing stubbornly bright.