[Verse 1 – 16 bars, syllable-locked] Man stay low in the web, don’t speak, Eyes stay sharp and the wolves don’t sleep. Code in the talk when the plan runs deep, Step one slip, get laid in the street. Notes turn red when the hands don’t fold, Oaths get broke for a handful of gold. Glass show cracks when the story gets told, Loyalty sold when the nights turn cold. Fast life, blood in the frost, no peace, Friends turn foes when the hunger don’t cease. Whispers in the dark keep feeding the beast, Snakes in the crew put a man on a leash. One move wrong and the ties all snap, Man turn ghost when the wires all tap. Silent code, man can’t trust that map, Truth in the dirt where the sirens clap. --- [Hook – 8 bars] Shadows in the flats when the noise all dies, Snakes in the dark wear a thin disguise. Silence in the night when the steel will rise, Trust run thin where the wicked reside. Ghosts in the stairwell, cold wind sings, Concrete crown on a kingdom of sins. Streets keep pulling on invisible strings, Truth stay buried where the siren rings. --- [Verse 2 – 16 bars, syllable-locked] Cold game, coded talk on the line, Mask up quick, disappear in time. Dark blocks hide what the sun can’t find, Secrets deep where the cracks unwind. Power don’t love, it’s a chain on the neck, Debt gets paid with a knife in the flesh. Eyes in the glass put the past on check, Mandem gone, now the block feels hexed. Steps too quiet, the stairwell hums, Blood in the bricks when the nightfall comes. Hood pulled tight, man don’t show face, Every man moves with a code they chase. Ghosts stay close when the deals turn raw, Knife in the back is the price of war. Fast flow, one breath, no man pause, Truth in the smoke when the block draws laws. --- [Hook – 8 bars] Shadows in the flats when the noise all dies, Snakes in the dark wear a thin disguise. Silence in the night when the steel will rise, Trust run thin where the wicked reside. Ghosts in the stairwell, cold wind sings, Concrete crown on a kingdom of sins. Streets keep pulling on invisible strings, Truth stay buried where the siren rings. --- [Verse 3 – 16 bars, syllable-locked] Burner line speak in a code man know, One wrong word and the case might blow. Ash in the air when the flats take fire, Steps on the stairs make the block seem dire. Gunpowder trace on a young hand still, Ghost in the glass where the heart turns chill. Fast lane run but the clock don’t heal, Life in the road make the fate too real. Tight grip, mind trip, lines cross thin, Every lost soul is another man’s win. Whispers ride low when the cold wind spin, Blood on the page where the dark tales begin. Eyes don’t trust when the shine feels fake, Hands don’t shake when the bond might break. Streets don’t sleep and the night won’t wait, Truth gets cut on a blade called fate. --- [Hook – 8 bars] Shadows in the flats when the noise all dies, Snakes in the dark wear a thin disguise. Silence in the night when the steel will rise, Trust run thin where the wicked reside. Ghosts in the stairwell, cold wind sings, Concrete crown on a kingdom of sins. Streets keep pulling on invisible strings, Truth stay buried where the siren rings. --- [Outro – 4 bars] No choir for the lost, no prayers for the fallen, Roads breed silence, cold nights keep calling. Concrete kingdom, lies crown kings, But the truth get buried where the sirens sing.
