Nightfall Flex

Streets talkin’, whispers like a cracked screen glow,

Bag heavy, feel the pressure where the shadows grow.

City’s heartbeat, ticking like a rusty clock,

On my grind, every second like a sniper's dot.

Night’s cold, my hoodie like a fortress wall,

Eyes sharp, scanning moves in the urban sprawl.

My mind flips, acrobat on a tightrope line,

Cash stackin’, buildin’ towers outta nickels and dimes.

Nightfall flex, watch the skyline burn,

Every bridge I crossed, I left no return.

Eyes on the bag, the rest can wait,

Feast on the grind, got a hunger to sate.

Nightfall flex, this my city to take.

Dreams stitched in a fabric of broken schemes,

Chain swingin’, moonlight dances, metal gleams.

Snakes hiss, but the venom don’t seep through,

Armor thick, thoughts colder than an igloo.

They said crumble, but I rose like a phoenix spark,

Dodgin’ every shadow that creeps in the dark.

Pockets fat now, but the soul stay lean,

Flippin’ scripts like a plot twist in a crime scene.

Questions linger, but the answers fade,

Can you own the night, or just masquerade?

Voices echo, a choir of doubt,

But my silence louder than their loudest shout.