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The Convergence

Exercising my creative freedoms. Lyrics: Tasha 2V, Album: The streets talk Vocals: Tasha 2V, Music: DJ Isabis Low hum of the city, neon flickers in the rain, Footsteps echo stories; some of joy, some of pain. Where every corner holds a tale, And every soul walks a fragile trail. Cracked pavement, faded paint, Dreams sold cheap by suits that ain’t. Preachers scream with holy rage, But their gods live in a gilded cage. Cops cruise slow, some eyes are cold, Some hands reach out, some hearts are bold. Hope and rope and scope collide, Truth and youth and proof reside, In every beat the streets confide. Kids with chalk draw stars on stone, Mothers pray with phones alone. Politicians kiss the stage, Then vanish in a scripted page. But lovers dance in alley light, And brothers guard the edge of night. Ravers pulse with rebel sound, Street bards rhyme what’s underground. Social workers stitch the seams, Of broken homes and shattered dreams. Some cops bleed the badge with pride, Others hide where shadows slide. Grit and wit and split survive, Faith and wraith and eighth revive, In every breath the streets contrive. Graffiti speaks what mouths won’t say, Truth in color, sprayed in gray. The hood’s a choir of clash and grace, A sacred, scarred, relentless place. Where wrong and right both wear the crown, And silence lifts the city down. I watch the city from the window sill, I know the chaos, I feel the chill. But I see the sparks in every face, The ones who fight, who hold their place. Not saints, not sinners—just the mix, Of broken hearts and healing tricks. Pain and gain and chain entwine, Light and fight and right align, In every soul the streets define. So let the system twist and bend, I’ll walk the line, not just pretend. I know the balance, know the cost, Know what’s found and what gets lost. But still I hum a hopeful tune, Beneath the stars, beneath the moon. Hope and rope and scope collide, Truth and youth and proof reside, In every beat the streets confide. Grit and wit and split survive, Faith and wraith and eighth revive, In every breath the streets contrive. Pain and gain and chain entwine, Light and fight and right align, In every soul the streets define. Dust and trust and rust remain, Heat and beat and street sustain, In every scar, the stars explain. The streets converge, the stories blend, No perfect start, no flawless end. But in the cracks, the flowers grow, And change begins where few will go. I see it all, and still believe; In every soul the city breathes. ------ ------ ------ Music prompting: Tasha 2V Sound: Suno Art prompting: Tasha 2V Art: ChatGPT