Abby Ahmad

Skyscrapers for miles
And sandpaper smiles
Your depths of denial
Confirm that I’ve been beat

I guess for a while
I suffered with style
I marched single-file
To the tune of your deceit

You see my mind don’t often
Function logically
Cause my heart’s too often
Singing out of key
Somebody break these chains
And please,
Release me
From the grasp of these
Urban tragedies


I keep stepping on cracks
I keep checking my back
As you plot your attack
I’m stuck on repeat

I’ve taken some flack
For the courage I lack
I live life in flashbacks
To preserve your conceit

They say that all great things must fall
Eventually
Once you’ve surrendered your right
To see things clearly
I need to shake these chains
And get myself free
From the grasp of these
Urban tragedies


It’s too late to abort
I’m too rushed to resort
I’d better suck it up
And be a good sport
Before what’s left of me depletes

So I twist and contort
For this legend
Of sorts
On the streets of New York
I accept my defeat