the 13th month, on the 33rd night,
wit the 7th full moon & the stars so bright,

I roll through the block where my city come to life,
Under streetlights, just vibin’ in the cool moonlight,

My hood is where the dreams & the struggles collide.

Graffiti walls tell stories untold,
in the heart of the grind, where hustlers hold.

I chase the echoes of the streets for sure,
In the alleyways and corners where a demon explores.

With every step I take on this concrete ground,
I find the magic in the beats & boomin’ sounds.

In the 13th month, where the realness reigns,
On the 33rd night, where nothing’s the same.

Under the 7th full moons silvery glow,
And the stars gaze, where the movement slows,

I am but a dreamer in this urban plight,
In the 13th month, everything seems right.

Rhythm of the night, I find that flow,
Inner city pulse, where energy grows.

From night till morn, in the glow of streetlights,
I write this stories on the canvas of night.

Through the hustle & grind, I rise and I shine,
In the 13th month, where many fates align.

Where the 7th full moon & the stars embrace,
It carves out my path in this urban space.

In the heart of the struggle, where a real ones resides,
On cracked sidewalks, the shadows hide.

Sirens screaming & graffiti so bold,
Living my personal truth in a world so cold.

In the 13th month, on the 33rd night,
I fight for my dreams to pierce through the night.

Through the grit, through the grime, stand tall don’t fall
Trapped in this jungle, I still heed the call.