Monster

(Same dark beat intensifies with added vinyl crackle effects)

Ayy, let's ride...

This ain't no sermon, this that truth you can't hide,

Bloodstains on my Jordans where the angels cried,

If the cross can't save me, guess I'm Satan's guide...

Born where bullets baptize & sirens sing lullabies,

Mama's tears turned concrete – streets became my bride.

Graduated: .44 Caliber High, valedictorian,

Mercy? Foreign language – speak fluent in survival.

These hands built pyramids from crack vials & denial,

Demons ride shotgun screaming "Floor it through the trial!"

I'm Detroit steel with Memphis soul – a hybrid curse,

Scarred choirboy singing hymns from a hollow-point verse.

I'm chaos in Jordans, judge/jury in these Nikes,

Cops see "Menace" – hood calls me "Messiah" – take your pick.

Wildcard? Nah – I'm the deck itself reshuffled,

Fear my reflection more than 12 – that's the struggle.

Timebomb tickin'? I'm the whole damn clock,

When I detonate – hell itself gon' need a body lock.

Nightcrawler silhouette – urban legend with a trigger itch,

Prey hears whispers – death's a shadow in the 6th.

Crown's barbed wire – throne's a Chevy on hydraulics,

Kings die weekly – I'm chess, not checkers – strategic chaos.

Holy water boils when it touches my epidermis,

Born in hell's kitchen – chef serving vengeance as dessert.

They say "Monster" – nah, I'm what monsters see in nightmares,

Last breath's a blues riff – play it at my wake if you dare.

Confession: I crave silence but love war's symphony,

Prisoner of my mind's life sentence – no parole in me.

Paradox packaged in gold teeth & trauma,

Save your prayers – God left this ZIP code summer '94.

So when the screen fades to black & credits scroll,

Know my story ain't tragic – it's a war drum's soul.

Checkmate's coming – but tonight? I'm still the pawn,

Dancin' with the devil 'til the reaper plays his song...

(Beat cuts abruptly with gunshot echo)