From the wicked stairs where the shadows dwell

From the wicked stairs where the shadows dwell, Echoes of the past like a haunting shell, Bundle baby dreams, hope in every cell, Navigating streets where the stories tell. Bob Marley vibes, feel the rhythm swell, In the concrete jungle, we cast our spell, Ross Clark moments, living under the spell, Murder heaven whispers, can you hear the bell? Crochet my fate, stitches in the night, Birds of a feather, take flight outta sight, Bibl in my heart, got the wisdom tight, Melancholy thoughts, searching for the light. Every corner turned, feels like a test, Lessons from the struggle, never second best, In this urban maze, where the lost find rest, Hope's a fragile thread, but I still invest.