The concrete maze

(Verse 1) In the city where dreams tower high, and the nights are alight, The rhythm of the streets keeps the heart of the East tight. Skyscrapers stand like sentinels, in the empire state of mind, Where every corner turned is a new story to find. Taxi cabs and subway maps, the hustle's in our veins, The symphony of urban life, the melody remains. From Harlem's jazz to Broadway's lights, the culture's rich and vast, In the city that never sleeps, the present meets the past. (Verse 2) Down in Brooklyn, the bridges span like arms open wide, Connecting lives and dreams, in the city's ceaseless tide. Graffiti walls tell tales, in colors bold and bright, A canvas of the people, in the day and in the night. The piers look out to Lady Liberty, standing tall and proud, A beacon for the hopeful, a symbol clear and loud. The East's got grit and glory, in its ever-beating heart, A place where every end's a start, a living work of art. (Chorus) East Coast, where the spirit flies, In the concrete maze, under the urban skies. East Coast, with the timeless eyes, Watching over the city where the dream never dies. (Verse 3) From the brownstones to the boardwalks, the diversity's the key, A melting pot of life, where everyone's free to be. The seasons change the scene, from snowflakes to the sun, But the East Coast's soul is constant, the many acting as one. The parks are our sanctuaries, amidst the bustling sound, A patch of nature's majesty, in the metropolis found. Here's to the East, with its history and its might, A beacon in the darkness, a star in the night. (Verse 4) As the dawn breaks over the Atlantic, a new day's on the rise, The city wakes to the promise, beneath the spacious skies. The energy's infectious, it's a force that drives us all, In the land of opportunity, where we stand tall. The East Coast's more than a place, it's a feeling deep inside, A pride that swells within us, a ride we take in stride. From the cobblestones to the avenues, the legacy's alive, In the East Coast anthem, where we thrive. (Chorus) East Coast, where the spirit flies, In the concrete maze, under the urban skies. East Coast, with the timeless eyes, Watching over the city where the dream never dies.