Street Gospel

Every corner got a story. Whispers in the alley, faded glory. A crack in the wall tells of a fight. A lamppost flickers, Losing its light. Concrete speaks in broken tongues. The past is heavy, the air feels hung. Every scar's a scripture written in concrete. Every shadow hides a tale incomplete. Streets are loud, but they know when to keep Quiet. History's alive, even in the riot. Even in the riot. The sidewalk hums with steps untold. Heels click fast, sneakers bold. Graffiti shouts what mouths can't say. Dreams in color, fears in gray. Who wrote the cracks? Who left the stain? Who danced in sunlight? Who cried in rain? Pavement remembers, though we forget. A living diary of love and regret. Every scar's a scripture written in concrete. Every shadow hides a tale incomplete. Streets are loud, but they know when to keep Quiet. History's alive, even in the riot. Even in the riot. Even in the riot. Even in the riot. Riot, Riot, riot, Riot, riot, riot, riot, riot, Riot,