Pothole Prayers

Shadows creep on the block where the sirens scream, Glock in the waist, dreams drowned in the beam. Potholes filled with the blood of the fallen kings, Opps circle like vultures, pull strings on the wings. Mama prayin' at night, but the devil got plans, Hustle for the bread, hands stained from the grams. Corner store wars, where the young ones learn, Fire in the chest, bridges burned, no return. Sliding through the mist, heart cold as the steel, Enemies whisper, but I make 'em kneel. Lost my brother to the trigger's cruel kiss, Now I ride for the ghosts in this endless abyss.

Drill deep, feel the bass shake the ground, 808s rumble, hi-hats pound. Street life callin', violence unbound, In the trap we rise, never back down. Opps in the rearview, we hunt in the night, Raw and relentless, ready to fight. From the concrete jungle, we claim our crown, Drill forever, hold it down.

Neon lights flicker on the scarred-up walls, Echoes of laughter turn to funeral calls. Packs movin' swift, like wolves in the pack, Betrayal's the blade that stabs in the back. I pen these scars in the ink of the pain, Raindrops mix with the tears on the windowpane. Grew up dodgin' the raids, learnin' the code, Survival's the game on this treacherous road. Flash of the muzzle, silence the doubt, Hearts heavy with the weight we carry out. For the ones left behind in the cold, hard rain, We drill through the chaos, breakin' the chain.

Why the streets pull us under, waves crashin' wild? Souls twisted in fury, lost inner child. But we rise from the ashes, fists clenched tight, In this war of the shadows, we own the night.

Drill deep, feel the bass shake the ground, 808s rumble, hi-hats pound. Street life callin', violence unbound, In the trap we rise, never back down. Opps in the rearview, we hunt in the night, Raw and relentless, ready to fight. From the concrete jungle, we claim our crown, Drill forever, hold it down.