Forgotten

Yo, walk these streets where shadows loom, life ain't sweet, under the concrete gloom

Counting coins, dreams overhead, real tales, real dread, where hope's threadbare, led

Scraping by, day to day, big world spinning, but we got something to say

Do they see us down here, in the grind and the fight

Or are we out of mind, out of their sight

While they're scheming in towers, glass and power

We count the hours, our spirits not soured

Life's a canvas of hard choices, hear our voices, in the daily noises

Warmth or food? That's the question, in our session, life's confession

Stretching what we got, making it last, in our plot, futures kept