Demons in the smoke

**Title: "Demons in the Smoke"**

*(Drill Beat Drops - Dark, heavy bass with sharp hi-hats)*

**Verse 1**

Yo, I live with the demons, they claw at my soul,

Shadows in Cheetham, they follow my stroll.

Blood on my hands, but I’m scrubbin’ it cold,

Lost too many man, now the rage’s on hold.

Beef in Chattrow, them man wanna play,

Catch me in the field where the skies turn grey.

Blade in my pocket, my thoughts in a storm,

They took my brother’s chain, now I’m rewriting the law.

Pray to the heavens, but hell’s where I’m known,

Demons don’t sleep, so I’m stalkin’ the zone.

Every face in the mirror’s a war I can’t win,

But I’ll slice through the smoke when the drill kicks in… *(grrt)*

**Chorus**

I live with the demons, I struggle to fight,

Tryna build a life where the stars feel right.

Beef in Cheetham to Chattrow, I’m armed for the night,

Revenge on my lips, demons die by the knife.

I live with the demons, they cling to my back,

Streets got me schemin’, no love for the act.

Kids in the future? Right now, it’s attack—

Till the last demon falls, I’m the king of the trap.

**Verse 2**

Back in Year 7, I learned how to duck,

Feds on the corner, they fed us bad luck.

Now I’m 21 with a list full of names,

Demons in the dirt or my Glock’s spittin’ flames.

Chattrow’s a graveyard, Cheetham’s a cage,

Two-step with the opps, make the pavement engage.

They say, “Drop the blade,” but they don’t feel my pain,

I’m haunted by ghosts—every rain’s gasoline.

Mum cried at the doorstep, “Son, put down the steel!”

But the block’s in my veins—it’s a wound that won’t heal.

Demons in the smoke where the sirens scream,

I’ll rot in the cell or die chasing this dream… *(skrr)*

**Chorus**

I live with the demons, I struggle to fight,

Tryna build a life where the stars feel right.

Beef in Cheetham to Chattrow, I’m armed for the night,

Revenge on my lips, demons die by the knife.

**Bridge**

Sleepless nights, paranoid stares,

Every flicker’s a ghost from the top of the stairs.

They say, “Turn the other cheek”—nah, I’ma square,

Demons don’t bleed till you meet ’em right there… *(bah!)*

**Outro**

Cheetham to Chattrow, the rage never dies,

Demons or men, we all meet the skies.

I’ll fight till my lungs choke the last bit of fire,

Either peace in the grave or a crown from the pyre.

*(Beat fades with eerie synth echoes)*