Spitfire Dreams

Came through drippin’, pockets full of schemes,

Mind sharper than a laser, cuttin' through the seams.

Streetlights glow, shadow dance with my team,

Reality’s a nightmare, chasing lucid dreams.

Grind on my back like a tattooed script,

Words hit harder than a heavyweight fist.

Fakes fold quick, origami in the mist,

Climbing to the top, never lost in the twist.

Hustle’s my religion, prayer’s in the grind,

Money on my mind, truth hard to find.

Never miss a step, every move aligned,

World on my shoulders, but I’m doin’ fine.

Clock tick-tocks, heart beats with the bass,

Chasin’ down the future, no time to waste.

Life’s a wild card, poker face in place,

Runnin' through the maze, can’t lose the race.

Chains on my neck, but my soul stays free,

Vision so clear, even blind can see.

Writing my story, ink flows like the sea,

Legacy immortal, like a redwood tree.

Hustle’s my religion, prayer’s in the grind,

Money on my mind, truth hard to find.

Never miss a step, every move aligned,

World on my shoulders, but I’m doin’ fine.