Strada di Bergamo

[Verse] Concrete jungle, Bergamo streets, thorns with petals Ghosts of cobblestone, smokin' from the kettle Hearts wearin' armor, echoes in the alleys Tell me 'bout the hustles, whispers from the valleys [Verse 2] Graffiti sermons, church walls speakin' loud Saints with spray cans, defyin' all the shroud Locks on the doors, secrets hidden deep Old tales from the grave, truth buried in the sleep [Chorus] Strada di Bergamo, life in the marrow Echoes of the past, shootin' straight like an arrow Rich in the culture, poor in the pockets Eyes on the skyline, dreams in the rockets [Verse 3] Cobblestone paths, past lives in the cracks From shadows to light, stories on the tracks Broken bottles singin', symphonies of struggle Midnight's confession, life's intricate puzzle [Bridge] City’s veins, pulse through the night Streetlights speakin', in the dawn’s twilight Hopes wrapped in rhyme, in this maze we weave Dreams cast a shadow, where the skyline grieves [Verse 4] From piazza to alley, whispers ride the wind Echoes of resolve, where despair often grinned Murky waters clear, wisdom in the pain Bergamo's heart beats, in the sun and rain