Mural

I paint the streets with dreams, strokes of hope in the night, Every corner got a story, every shadow got a fight. From the ashes we rise, like the sun on the grind, With a vision so vivid, can’t be blind to the signs. Colors clash, but I’m steady, like a king on a throne, Every mural tells a tale, in the flesh, I’ve grown. Graffiti of my past, spray the pain on the wall, In the echoes of the struggle, hear the rise and the fall. I’m the voice of the voiceless, the heart of the street, With each stroke of the brush, I ignite the beat. In the city where the hustle never ceases to thrive, Every canvas is alive, and I’m destined to strive. Legends never fade, we immortalize the truth, In the colors of our lives, I’m the spirit of the youth. So let the world see my story, let the colors unfurl, I’m a masterpiece in motion, call me the mural. I paint my dreams vivid, colors burst from the canvas, Life’s a mural, every stroke tells a story, not a scandal. From the struggle, I rise, like the sun breaking dawn, With a vision so clear, I’m the king, I’m reborn. Each wall’s a testament, my legacy in the spray, Echoes of the streets, where the real ones play. Voices of the