Sirens salt the gutter; neon wears a crown. Little girl, leather grin—watch me lay it down. Raised by wire-wolves, alleyways for lungs. Sugar on my knuckles, copper on my tongue. Justice was a rental badge—cheap, easy-bent. Gospel out of bolt and brick, a concrete sacrament. Streetlight saints go blind when muzzle-flowers bloom. I keep a kingdom in my coat, a storm along my ribs. Names in brick-dust, prayers in the grate— Click off the safety; I redraw fate. No judge on the corner, no angels on the wire— Only breath, only aim, only fever for the fire. You lift up paper laws; I lift a beating heart. Count it—three, two, one—watch me start. My law is loaded. My will’s the line. I don’t rent halos. I won’t buy time. No one lives forever—that clears my sight. So I won’t hesitate; I pick the fight. Your “right” is rented; mine’s forged in flame. I break the collar; I take the name. If freedom’s violent, then let it ring— I lift the iron of my destiny. I ate the winter’s metal; slept in siren snow. Barbed-wire tiara—yeah, I wore it like a bow. You preach a borrowed mercy; I hear the hollow click. I crown myself with grit and glass—the clock runs quick. Kings of the stairwell, queens of smoke— Bow when the concrete finally spoke. This city deals in teeth and debt— I cash the night; I place my bet. No oath but breathing. No creed but aim. Your rulebook’s kindling; mine’s a flame. You draw a border; I draw a bead. I close the distance; I make it bleed. My law is loaded. My will’s the line. I don’t rent halos. I won’t buy time. No one lives forever—that clears my sight. So I won’t hesitate; I pick the fight. Your “right” is rented; mine’s forged in flame. I break the collar; I take the name. If freedom’s violent, then let it ring— I lift the iron of my destiny. No saints in the killzone glow—just smoke that lingers. No crowns, only bruises the midnight delivers. Born of a furnace—my mother was concrete; I learned to march with nobody to lead me. If heaven won’t answer, I’ll answer instead— Ink in my veins; iron in my tread. Hands up—down—hands back—draw. One breath—aim—one step—law. No fear—no prayer—just spine—just steel. I bite the trigger; I sign the deal. My law is loaded. My line is mine. I don’t rent halos. I won’t buy time. No one lives forever—so clean, so bright— I won’t hesitate; I take what’s mine. Your “right” is rented; mine’s forged in flame. I break the collar; I take the name. If freedom’s violent, then let it be— I pull the future close and set it free. MY LAW—MY LINE—MY NAME—ALL MINE. Street falls silent; crown stays hot. Hell raised a daughter—she forgot to stop.
