last dollar
Omni_Kingtut19 Plays
•10 months ago
In the city where dreams gleam, I've been on the scene, Last dollar in my pocket, but I'm still chasing the dream. Heart's a symphony, a melody so keen, In the rhythm of life, where the struggles convene. Lost in the hustle, but I wear my crown, On these streets of challenge, where dreams are renowned. Life's a puzzle, each piece a revelation, In this urban jungle, I find my salvation. Dollar bills thin, like whispers in the wind, But my resilience thick, like a tale that's never been. I navigate the streets, where the stories unfold, In every challenge faced, a new chapter is told. Concrete beneath my feet, city lights above, I find solace in the struggle, the push and the shove. Hustle hard, dreams held tight, Turn every setback into a starry night. Heart hollering, echoing through the street, In the symphony of life, a rhythm so sweet. I'm the architect of my destiny, In this cityscape, where hope is the key. From the bottom, I rise like a phoenix in flight, City of dreams, where day turns to night. Last dollar spent, but my spirit's intact, In the echoes of struggle, I find my impact. Life's a canvas, and I'm painting my story, Each stroke, each color, reflects my glory. Dollar signs may fade, but my dreams are vivid, In the city's heartbeat, my purpose is livid. So listen to the rhythm, the beat of the street, Every hardship faced, a victory to meet. Last dollar may be gone, but hope's not spent, In this lyrical journey, my spirit's content.
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In the city where dreams gleam, I've been on the scene, Last dollar in my pocket, but I'm still chasing the dream. Heart's a symphony, a melody so keen, In the rhythm of life, where the struggles convene. Lost in the hustle, but I wear my crown, On these streets of challenge, where dreams are renowned. Life's a puzzle, each piece a revelation, In this urban jungle, I find my salvation. Dollar bills thin, like whispers in the wind, But my resilience thick, like a tale that's never been. I navigate the streets, where the stories unfold, In every challenge faced, a new chapter is told. Concrete beneath my feet, city lights above, I find solace in the struggle, the push and the shove. Hustle hard, dreams held tight, Turn every setback into a starry night. Heart hollering, echoing through the street, In the symphony of life, a rhythm so sweet. I'm the architect of my destiny, In this cityscape, where hope is the key. From the bottom, I rise like a phoenix in flight, City of dreams, where day turns to night. Last dollar spent, but my spirit's intact, In the echoes of struggle, I find my impact. Life's a canvas, and I'm painting my story, Each stroke, each color, reflects my glory. Dollar signs may fade, but my dreams are vivid, In the city's heartbeat, my purpose is livid. So listen to the rhythm, the beat of the street, Every hardship faced, a victory to meet. Last dollar may be gone, but hope's not spent, In this lyrical journey, my spirit's content.
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