Underground Echoes from Revolutionary Echoes by Marx My Words

Whispers in alleys, paint in hand
Messages bold, rebellion's brand
In the shadows, rising wave
Stories of hope, voices brave
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In the darkest nights he carves light
Each stroke a call, for equal rights
On every wall, the echoes blend
A beacon strong, no more pretend
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(Revolution's) Underground echoes
City walls, the art bestows
(Defiance in) Every stroke flows
Uniting all, the truth knows
(Revolution's) Underground echoes
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Through the city, whispers travel
Resistance forms as plans unravel
Hidden under, surface they rise
Artists' truth, no compromise
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His myth grows, art sparks the flame
Struggle's roar, never the same
From the corners, streets ignite
Unified, they claim their right
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(Revolution's) Underground echoes
City walls, the art bestows
(Defiance in) Every stroke flows
Uniting all, the truth knows
(Revolution's) Underground echoes
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Words and colors, blend to sway
Voices merge, in bold array
Graffiti sparks, rebellion's song
From the shadows, they belong
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Underground echoes, spreading wide
Symbol of hope, can't be denied
Art transcends, the voice unbowed
Revolution's heart, beating loud
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• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative history
• narrative hip-hop
• socialist rap
• storytelling
• Georgia