Boom-Bao Chronicles

Boom-bao, the zip lock loud, smell the storm brewing

Pocket scales tipping, profits stacking, life pursuing

Concrete jungle, where the powder's the vine

Currency’s the ladder, climb it or fall behind

Two-tone Glock, whisper secrets in the night

Fiends knock-knock, shadows dance under the streetlight

Cut it, bag it, flip it, the devil’s arithmetic

Sins weighed in grams, futures bleak and cryptic

Boom-bao, the pack move swift, no sound

Boom-bao, the weight too heavy, can’t drown

Boom-bao, life’s a trip, spiral down

Boom-bao, lost in smoke, can’t be found

Numb faces, cash traces, paranoia laces

High stakes, no aces, just cold cases

Lines on the table, lives in the gutter

Dreams dissolve quicker than the razor cuts butter

Whispers of the plug, tales of the cartel

Life’s a roulette, every spin might tell

Hood pharmacist, chemistry in the pyrex

Every mix a gamble, every hit a side effect

Boom-bao, echoes bounce off the alley walls

Boom-bao, shadows stretch long, the reaper calls

Boom-bao, counting cash with bloody hands

Boom-bao, every brick a piece of the plan