Verse 1
Born under neon, desert nights raised him cold,
Vegas wind whisperin’ lies he was too young to hold.
Fourteen years breathing smoke and bad decisions,
School of the street, learned fast, paid tuition in vision.
Met men from the south with the border in their eyes,
Silent conversations, heavy weight in their replies.
Moving white dreams, green stacks, shadows in vans,
Iron faith deals sealed with a shake of the hand.
Mama thought he worked late, chasing minimum wage,
But he was clocking sins, writing checks to the cage.
They said “slow down, kid,” but he laughed at the odds,
Destiny flipped a coin, landed heads for the gods.
Chorus
They call him Joker, smile stitched with pain,
Laughing at the thunder while he danced in the rain.
Vegas made kings, then buried them quick,
When you live by the night, every win makes you sick.
Verse 2
Blue lights flashed, fate almost closed the door,
Heartbeat like drums on a casino floor.
Walked away changed, something snapped inside,
Fear tasted sweet, mercy learned how to hide.
Soon money spoke louder than prayers ever could,
Women loved danger, power felt misunderstood.
Backroom crowns, underground throne,
Every deal a gamble, every step overgrown.
Champagne sins, velvet lies,
Whole city bent when he looked it in the eyes.
But empires rot fast when respect turns thin,
And wolves smell blood when the lions give in.
Chorus
They call him Joker, ruler of smoke,
Every laugh a warning, every promise a joke.
Gold in his pockets, ice in his veins,
But the house always wins in these crooked games.
Verse 3
Engines screamed loud till the angels came riding,
Chrome-winged shadows, pure chaos colliding.
One flash of fire, night torn apart,
Left twisted steel where he parked his heart.
Vegas turned its back, friends vanished quick,
Loyalty cracked, love made sick.
So he answered betrayal the only way he knew,
Ten ghosts added weight to the hell he’d accrue.
Sirens sang hymns as the desert burned,
No looking back, nothing left to be earned.
Southbound dreams, city by the sea,
Los Santos waited—another mask, another me.
Bridge
Laughing through scars, breath tasting like sin,
You don’t outrun fate—you just race it to win.
Jokes get darker the longer you stay,
But the punchline’s death if you hesitate.
Final Chorus
They call him Joker, legend and curse,
Every verse of his life only getting worse.
Vegas broke him, but he lived through the fall,
New city, new laugh—same devil calls.
Outro
Neon fades slow in the rearview glass,
Past full of fire, future built fast.
If you hear laughter echo late at night,
That’s Joker still running—from wrong or right.
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