Vulture Veins

Shadows creep, blocks on fire, we drill deep, no retire Grew up where the streetlight lights, flicker like in a post Times posted early, left me with a nine in the holster Mama prayin' Reese, eyes go to December One wrong glance and it's thunderblast, not a ghost Every corner cemetery for the brothers we lost Choppers sing lullabies, load the beef to eternal sleep Stackin' scars like currency, in this war we don't weep Run the trap to the grave, it's a cycle of rage Friends turn to fiends, love twists into a cage Y'all pennies from these streets Drill deep in the base, shake your soul to the core Slide it in a straddle like war, street life got a chain Violence in our veins, we ride or we die in the rain of the pain Arms tall, tough, but we answer with land Heart's cold, that's the block Baby I got a chain we ride or we die in the rain of the pain Every dream's with the dead drill deep no escape from the trap Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones began Nights blur with the nightmares, cockies on my thigh Whispers of betrayal cut deeper than the sky Little bro caught astray, now his smile's just a frame Load up the vengeance, ignite the flame Pocket full of regret, but the grip stays packed Every block's a battlefield no turn in fact We feast on the fear wolves and sheeps hollow guides But the hunger for justice burns fierce in our eyes Sorrows for all our lovers, chasing shadows we cast From cradle to chaos our futures ain't fast I spit for the silence the ones in the dirt Take mirrors of murder where the innocent hurt Ain't glory, I'm fine in the gun, it's the chain that be bare Breathe in toxic air one day I'll break free But tonight for the ghosts in the rearview we forever fulfill Drilled deep through the base, shake your soul to the core Slotted in a straddle like war, street life got a chain Violets in our veins, we ride or we die in the rain of the pain Hearts talk tough, but we answer with lead Hearts cold as the block, very dreams with the dead Drilled deep no escape from the trap Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin What if the streets whisper back their names All the brothers we bury in the flames, the fight in the flames Gray, just survivors in the storm Drilling through the darkness, till the new dawn is born Dawn breaks, bloody love, the cycle restarts Fresh people injuring us, so far Eyes touched, investigate, we the web of deceit Every year lies fragile, like ice neath our feet Memories haunt, like bullets in the chamber Lost my queen to the streets now it's angry chain We chase the high get a hit but the lows will remain Empty thrones in the crib, echoes driving us insane From Chi-Town shadows to the UK's gray haze The jewel lights are you, the gold lights are you Universal blaze, I craft these words like a blade In the dark, cutting through the facade Leaving permanent marks, ain't no fairytale And, just the raw and the real Street poetry, etched in the steel that we wield Drilled deep to the base, shake your soul to the core Slide ahead, the federal light falls Street life got a shame violence in our veins We ride or we die in the rain of this plane I'm strong tough but we answer with lead Hearts cold as the block, very dreams with the dead Drilled deep no escape from the trap Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin We chase the high get a hit but the lows will remain From Chi-Town shadows driving us insane The jewel lights are you, the gold lights are you Universal blaze I craft these words like a blade Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin Me and echoes of the lost where the real ones begin