Flow of Consciousness

City lights flicker, shadows in the mist. Pale streets hum, secrets in the twist. Motorbikes scream, neon signs drip. Dreams in the gutter, where the night grips. Baseline thunders, heartbeats quake. Ghosts in the alleys, paths we take. Under the moon, where the lost awake. Dark trap symphony, the night we stake. My words cut sharp, karas in my hand. Echo through the jungle, swallow the sand. High-rises stretch, jungle gets canned. Culture in my veins, roots never disband. Thunder rolls, bass pound the chest. Heat of the tropics, where the nights rest. Sweat on my brow, truths get confessed. Dark trap vibes, we put it to the test. Sip the tahari, wisdom from the old. Tales of the past, secrets unfold. Markets alive, treasures untold. Night so heavy, the air turns cold. Baseline thunders, heartbeats quake. Ghosts in the alleys, paths we take. Under the moon, where the lost awake. Dark trap symphony, the night we stake.