Inside my city..

Daughter of Mumbadevi
slaughter all the urban ladies
caught up on the suburban daily

she only sleeps for 3 hours
the only three hours when the devils get aroused
cops got their bikes
bikers got their gear topped
they got their sticks , got their pipes , got their guns
they are like " if you are drunk
then you dead skunk "

if you are in the street just walking
then you are locked in , I'm not jocking
coz cops got their eyes open 24/7
no more risk for another 26/11

but its already 4:30 am
can you hear the alarms ringing
get ready for the fast lane
cleaners let the wheels roll if you done cleaning its window pane
oh yeah! we got paan stain
on the bus , train
switch off your brain
time never seemed so precious
jump off from one platform
ride through the tracks to get to the other one
no fast life can get faster
but still we slow down a bit to catch
master blaster bat his last match.

city of dreams
completely obscene
brutal as it seems
but still a bit serene
coz of the glamour and the glitz
but not many make it from rags to the rich
Bollywood takes her global
wannabe stars don't wanna shove her
I'm just a local
got 20.5 million homies still counting
everybody is starving,
working all day long
to keep their  children's stomach filled as they play on
vada pav stalls keep lingering
from dawn till the queens necklace start twinkling
this is the place where I  live in , the place that I'm doomed to
I'm a mumbaikar, what are you.