Poemas Urbanos-Urban Poetry

He came up from Harlem with a platinum tongue,
Built empires off beats and the fire he flung.
Champagne spilled in the city of dreams,
Where money talked loud and the fame screamed.

Bad Boy for life — that was the creed,
Diamonds and jets, a kingdom of speed.
From Biggie to boardrooms, he played the game,
Turned hustle to legend, turned hustle to flame.

But power’s a mirror that cuts both ways,
And secrets don’t sleep, they count their days.
Now whispers roar through the velvet halls,
And echoes haunt those marble walls.

Private jets, designer sins,
Truth don’t vanish when the party begins.
What’s buried beneath the Gucci and gloss
Is a man staring back at the weight of loss.

The fall ain’t sudden — it starts with pride,
A thousand yes-men, no one to confide.
Cameras still flash, but the smile looks staged,
The mogul now walks like a lion caged.

Once he danced with fate on a golden floor,
Now the silence hits harder than the crowd’s roar.
From penthouse views to courtroom lights,
Even kings bleed when they lose the nights.

No hook can spin what the soul can’t fake,
No beat can cover a heart that breaks.
And as the empire crumbles, piece by piece,
He faces the mirror, searching for peace.