Pimps paradise

In the city where the dreams glitter, schemes bitter, Gold chains and the game, I’m the soul’s transmitter. Pavements paved with the tales of the lost and found, Kings rise from the dirt, while the lost wear a crown. Vision sharper than a knife, cut through the haze, Life’s a maze, where the players get caught in the craze. Pimps in the night, but my heart’s in the light, Every step’s a testament, I’m destined for flight. Whispers in the dark, but my spark’s never dim, Chasing visions of the throne, never settled for grim. From the block to the boardroom, I’m crafting my fate, In this paradise, I rise, never bow to the hate. Echoes of the past, but I’m moving ahead, With the wisdom of the streets, every word that I said. Confidence in my stride, like the sun through the mist, In this game of life, I persist, can’t resist.