Concrete Halo

Cold steel doors Keypad glow red Cameras blink slow We walk in like ghosts Black coats Brick dust on our boots Gold teeth flash in the loading bay Roll-up doors breathe out hot smoke Cash in crates Wrapped tight in tape One nod Forklifts freeze in place Even the rats keep their mouths shut Concrete halo Made from steel and blood We run this shadow Baptized in the flood Rust stairs creak Echo like gun clicks Ink on my neck Saints with broken crowns We bless the deals with a crooked sign Ash in the air Tastes like last chances You talk too loud You vanish too fast This family wrote the rules in scars Midnight meet at the slaughter house Floor still slick from the week before Suit and tie shakes Can’t light his smoke My crew just laughs Backs to the wall Briefcase opens Numbers like galaxies We choose which stars stay lit tonight Red dot dancing on a rusted beam Heartbeat syncs to the factory hum Sirens in the distance Far Then gone We own the street The docks The dirt From switchblade deals to armored trucks Our story’s carved in bullet-pocked brick Streetlamp flicker on the harbor fog Engines idle Ready for the run Saints and sinners in the same black car Drive on No names Just the crown we’ve spun