Fallen Flickers

Shadows creep on the block where the streetlights flicker low, Echoes of sirens wail like ghosts from the undertow. Grip the steel in my palm, heart pounding like the bass, Enemies circle close, but I ain't runnin' from this chase. Raised in the concrete jungle, where dreams bleed into night, Bullets whisper secrets, turnin' brothers into light. I seen the fallen kings, crowns shattered on the pavement, Loyalty's a blade that cuts deeper than the payment. Opps lurkin' in the mist, masks hidin' hollow eyes, One wrong move, and the reaper claims his prize. From the corner store to the trap house glow, We hustle through the pain, where the wild winds blow.

Drill deep in the night, where the 808s slide, Hi-hats rattle like chains, keep the demons inside. Street life got me wired, violence in my veins, Survive or get buried under pourin' rain. Bang, bang, echo through the alleyways, No peace in this war, just the price we pay. From the Chi to the ends, we ride or we die, In the drill, we thrive, under blood-red skies.

Memories scar the soul like graffiti on the walls, Lost my dawg to the trigger, now his shadow haunts the halls. Pockets empty but the fire burns eternal in my chest, Feud with the rivals, puttin' fear to the test. Sliding through the hood with the squad on lock, Eyes on the prize, dodgin' the cops' crooked clock. Whispers of betrayal slice sharper than the knife, In this game of survival, we gamble with our life. Tears mix with the smoke from the glock's hot breath, Mournin' in the silence, dancin' close to death. But we rise from the ashes, fists clenched to the sky, Street poetry in motion, watch the broken learn to fly.

Drill deep in the night, where the 808s slide, Hi-hats rattle like chains, keep the demons inside. Street life got me wired, violence in my veins, Survive or get buried under pourin' rain. Bang, bang, echo through the alleyways, No peace in this war, just the price we pay. From the Chi to the ends, we ride or we die, In the drill, we thrive, under blood-red skies.

Pause for a breath in the chaos we breed, Hearts heavy with the weight of the seeds we plant and bleed. Ain't glory in the graves, just echoes of the fight, But the streets call us back, into the endless night. One more round, one more scar to claim, In the rhythm of the struggle, we etch our name.

Dawn breaks cold on the corners we defend, Wounds heal slow, but the cycle never ends. Voices of the lost fade into the trap's dark hum, We carry their fire, beat the devil like a drum. No heroes in this tale, just survivors scarred and wise, Confront the storm head-on, with fire in our eyes. From the trap to the throne, we carve our brutal art, In the drill's raw pulse, we heal a broken heart.

Drill deep in the night, where the 808s slide, Hi-hats rattle like chains, keep the demons inside. Street life got me wired, violence in my veins, Survive or get buried under pourin' rain. Bang, bang, echo through the alleyways, No peace in this war, just the price we pay. From the Chi to the ends, we ride or we die, In the drill, we thrive, under blood-red skies.