Crime Scene in My Soul

[Verse 1]
Fentanyl burnin' through my veins
Eyes hold anger I can't explain
Mind full of rage, storm in a cage
Devil in my bones, scribblin' on the page
Baseball bat flash, teeth on the floor
Echo of a scream still stuck in the door
Sirens in the distance, red on the wall
Name in their mouths, I answer the call (yeah)
[Chorus]
Crime scene in my soul
Yellow tape round my heart, ice cold
Guns drawn in my head, I reload
Every scar that I got, still untold
Crime scene in my soul
Walk through the dark, pay that toll
Hands stained from the pain I hold
Every step that I take feels old
[Verse 2]
Armed to the teeth, but it's all fear
Shadows in the hall say "come here"
Talking to the mirror like "who real?"
Blood on the knuckles, can't heal
Voices in my brain pull triggers
Anger in my chest gets bigger
But under all the smoke and the shell
Little kid still hid in a cell (woo)
[Chorus]
Crime scene in my soul
Yellow tape round my heart, ice cold
Guns drawn in my head, I reload
Every scar that I got, still untold
Crime scene in my soul
Walk through the dark, pay that toll
If I ever break out this hold
Maybe I can turn that rage to gold

rap, Dark, sparse trap beat with deep 808s and detuned bell loop, male vocals. Verses stay low and menacing with close-mic whisper-rap and subtle echo tails; hook hits harder with stacked dubs and pitched-down ad-libs. Occasional eerie choir pad swells between lines to heighten tension, then everything drops at the last hook so the vocal feels chilling and exposed., deep