Shut Tight
Yo, check it, I'm on the corner of 6th and Hill,
Where the vibe's gone cold, and the streets are still.
The Jewelry Center's locked, shut tight, no thrill,
Dreams on pause, frozen, like time's standing still.
Empty sidewalks, no hustle, where's the crowd?
LA's heartbeat lost, man, it used to be loud.
Stay-at-home orders got the city enshrouded,
Voices of the street, once vibrant, now clouded.
This virus sneaked in, turned our streets to a cell,
No rings, no watches, no stories to tell.
Once a haven of bling, now a silent shell,
In the City of Angels, where we used to buy and sell.
But listen up, COVID, you can't keep us down long,
Our spirit's too strong, our will's too strong.
We'll rise from these ashes, come back twice as strong,
6th and Hill, wait for the comeback throng.
