My law carved in concrete veins Streets breathe dirt, remember names I don’t preach peace, I enforce gravity Corners talk back, they grew up with me No badge, no crown, just scars and strategy Every step I take leaves street legality Blood in the margins, chalk on the ground My code handwritten, no courts allowed Eyes stay low when the wolves come round I don’t knock doors, I kick rules down Every line sharp like a switchblade vow Learned justice young, no mercy now System bent, so I broke it proud If it ain’t survival, it don’t count I speak law in a dialect of fear No translation, message clear Step out line, disappear Street scripture, engraved in ear This is my law No witness, no appeal My law Streets sign the deal My law Concrete kneels My law You feel what’s real I don’t chase crowns, I cast shadows Every block knows who the path goes Rules rot fast when survival grows This city listens when my jaw closes My law don’t end It circulates
