Asphalt Lament

Moonlight bleeds slow on the stained concrete now,
Every crack a shadow, of a promise disavowed.
Mi walk di cold path, hear di city sigh,
Where good intentions just fade dry.

Asphalt lament, a quiet hum in di dark,
Just di ghosts of di girders, leavin' their mark.
Pressure build low, like di concrete dust fall,
Inna this broken kingdom, mi standin' up tall.

See di old shop front, paint peel slow from di wood,
Mama stories echo, 'bout the hustle understood.
Di scent of wet pavement, mix with jerk smoke faint,
A silent prayer whispered, 'fore di daylight paint.

Watch a stubborn weed push through di asphalt skin,
A small green defiance, where di struggle begin.
This peace cost heavy, a price mi haffi pay,
Every concrete shadow, whisper 'bout yesterday.

Asphalt lament, a quiet hum in di dark,
Just di ghosts of di girders, leavin' their mark.
Pressure build low, like di concrete dust fall,
Inna this broken kingdom, mi standin' up tall.

Yeah, di city sleep now, but mi soul still awake,
For di beautiful sadness, fi di memories' sake.