Concrete beneath my feet,
City sounds and my heart does beat.
The hustle and grind, a daily test,
But in the streets, I find my best.

The urban landscape, a canvas wide,
Dreams and struggles, side by side.
The determined stride, of those who roam,
Inspires me to reach, my own home.

In every face, a story's told,
Of trials and triumphs, young and old.
The street's tough love, a motivator true,
Pushes me forward, to see my dreams anew.

The city's energy, a pulsing vibe,
Drives me to hustle, to stay alive.
No excuses, no time to waste,
The streets demand a winner's pace.

So I'll rise, to the challenge made,
And let the streets, my motivation sway.
For in their grit, and endless drive,
I'll find the strength, to stay alive.
© providence