Dark Nights

[Intro – low spoken, raw, short, no melody, no drag, direct entrance] Yeah Dark nights Street lights Still here [Hook – chant-rap, rap first, only light melody, hard pocket, clipped phrases, sharp endings, no long notes, more pressure than singing] Dark nights, street lights, still slid through the rain Pray hard, but God know what I did for the name Back block, broad day, same route, same pain One wrong move, now the judge got my bro in them chains Lean in my cup, eyes low, still fightin’ this pain Dreams in my head, blue lights right there in my lane Impala to the Scat, now I’m burnin’ through the game Made it out once, one slip, now I’m back where I came [Verse 1 – rap dominant, tight cadence, direct street delivery, clear words, emotional but hard, no singing, punch the last words] First crib, one heater, cold floor by the door Mama worked late, I was outside wantin’ more Bro had work in a bag, hid it under the floor By sixteen I was already outside tryna score First stack touched my hand, had me fiendin’ for cash Blue Impala, no tint, still did every dash Thought the money fixed pain, but that shit came back Bad bitch in the front, but my head in the past [Hook – chant-rap, rap first, only light melody, hard pocket, clipped phrases, sharp endings, no long notes, more pressure than singing] Dark nights, street lights, still slid through the rain Pray hard, but God know what I did for the name Back block, broad day, same route, same pain One wrong move, now the judge got my bro in them chains Lean in my cup, eyes low, still fightin’ this pain Dreams in my head, blue lights right there in my lane Impala to the Scat, now I’m burnin’ through the game Made it out once, one slip, now I’m back where I came [Verse 2 – rap dominant, more aggressive, same pocket, raw pressure, no singing, keep it sharp and percussive] Then one stop went bad, whole night went left Blue lights hit the glass, I could feel it in my chest Told bro keep cool, but he moved, made a mess Now the papers got my name like they knew me best Court room, same clothes, still smell like the smoke Mama in the back row, head down, tryna cope Judge read numbers slow, then my whole mind froze Cell door slammed shut, now I’m stuck with that echo Made it out once, still wound up back where I came Same block, same hurt, just a whole new chain All that fast money shit don’t hit the same When you lay on that bunk hearin’ out your own name [Final Hook – chant-rap, biggest energy, rap first, minimal melody, harder delivery, no softness, punch every end word] Dark nights, street lights, still slid through the rain Pray hard, but God know what I did for the name Back block, broad day, same route, same pain One wrong move, now the judge got my bro in them chains Lean in my cup, eyes low, still fightin’ this pain Dreams in my head, blue lights right there in my lane Impala to the Scat, now I’m burnin’ through the game Made it out once, one slip, now I’m back where I came