The Unsupervised Stop Sign

(A gangster rap) Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate, Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate, In the hood's wild west, where rules bend, That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend. No law, no authority, it's a lawless land, But that sign, it's a symbol, taking a stand, In the chaos of the streets, it holds its ground, A rebel, a silent voice, all around. Cars zoomin' by, ignorance in the air, But that stop sign's there, it doesn't care, Red octagon, a warning ignored, In the streets of rebellion, it's adored. It's like me, in this life of sin, Breakin' the rules, but I aim to win, Unsupervised, yet standin' tall, Against the odds, I'm destined to brawl. That stop sign's a metaphor, a symbol of might, In a world so dark, it shines a light, Unnoticed, unguarded, but it persists, Like a gangster's resilience, it exists. I roll through the streets, like a renegade, With the spirit of that stop sign, never afraid, In this concrete jungle, where chaos thrives, I'm the unsupervised rebel, on the rise.