Urban Odyssey
Drake

Verse 1:
In the labyrinth of Mumbai streets,
Where neon signs flicker like fireflies,
I weave tales of resilience and grit,
From the chawls to the penthouses high.

My rhymes echo the heartbeat of Dharavi,
Where dreams sprout from concrete cracks,
I'm the voice of the underdogs, the hustlers,
Their struggles etched in spray-painted tracks.

Chorus :
"Urban Odyssey," we ride the local trains,
From Churchgate to Virar, a symphony of souls,
Where the rhythm of life syncs with chaos,
And every station name becomes a goal.

Verse 2:
I spit fire like the Vada Pav stalls,
My verses seasoned with street masala,
From Worli Sea Face to Marine Drive,
I surf the waves of asphalt nostalgia.

The Bandra-Worli Sea Link hums my anthem,
A bridge between dreams and destiny,
I rap about love lost in Bandstand's breeze,
Where the sea whispers secrets to me.

Chorus :
"Urban Odyssey," we ride the local trains,
From Churchgate to Virar, a symphony of souls,
Where the rhythm of life syncs with chaos,
And every station name becomes a goal.

Bridge :
I sample the tabla beats of Dadar's alleys,
Blend them with the horns of Andheri's traffic,
My lyrics—like monsoon rain on Juhu Beach,
Wash away pain, leaving footprints graphic.

I'm the midnight chai at Irani cafés,
The echo of laughter in Colaba Causeway,
From Bollywood dreams to Dabbawala tales,
I paint Mumbai's canvas in shades of gray.

Chorus(x2) :
"Urban Odyssey," we ride the local trains,
From Churchgate to Virar, a symphony of souls,
Where the rhythm of life syncs with chaos,
And every station name becomes a goal.

Drake