D. Loco

Cornerstone, cooking in the pot like alchemy,

Money dirty, hands filthy, no apology.

City lights flicker, shadow moves like a villain,

Heart numb, ice cold, soul drug dealing.

Whispers in the alley, Glock sing soprano,

Dreams buried deep, under kilos and ammo.

Feds circle slow, but the block still dance,

Death tango, roulette, never had a chance.

D. Loco, moving solo, stacking peso,

Life fast, every day’s a case load.

D. Loco, streets know the name though,

Blood on the hands but the chain glow.

Mama prayed hard, but the devil prayed harder,

Scars on my skin, story inked like a charter.

Bricks in the trunk, chasing ghosts on the freeway,

Fast life crash, hope they’ll see me on replay.

Betrayal tastes bitter, homies turn Judas,

Cash over trust, loyalty elusive.

Hustle till I drop, clock tick, never slow,

D. Loco the legend, but the pain don’t show.

Moonlit nights, shadows creep on my walls,

Every stack earned comes with more pitfalls.

Chains on my neck, but the weight ain’t free,

Trapped in the hustle, can’t find the key.