From the perspective of a young concert goer using hip-hop urban dialect.
losing myself between those repeated raw beats
ignoring and escaping the tizzle of the streets
reality spooning hardships like venomous glue
scrabbling out of my skin like thousands will do
braided red locks bouncing off tight curvy hips
singing freestyle, making up my own fly spits
small tired fingers got me new kicks and a ticket
crowd growing like an off the hook wild thicket
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