Movin thru the darkness

(Verse 1)
Ayo, the sun sets slow in this concrete jungle,
Echoes of the past where the weak hearts crumble,
Hustlers on the corner, they ain't tryna fumble,
Sip that syrup slow while the world starts to tumble.
Dreams turn to dust, man, the hope’s runnin’ dry,
Gettin’ high, playin' with fire, waitin' for the sky,
Poppin’ pills like I’m breathin’, watch the angels cry,
In a world full of pain, we just learn to get by.

Lost souls in the night, where the shadows creep,
Grippin' on that Glock, yeah, the promise we keep,
Chasin' down the feelin', but the high never lasts,
Runnin’ from the future, always stuck in the past.
Rollin’ through the city where the hate don’t sleep,
Mind’s a battlefield, and my soul's in deep,
Met the devil; he whispered, said, "This life ain’t cheap,"
Taught me how to fight, but I’m too tired to leap.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we movin’ through the darkness, where the pain stays raw,
Drug abuse, heartbreak, yeah, the streets know the score,
Tomorrow ain’t promised, livin’ life hardcore,
In the shadows, we find what we’re really fightin’ for.

(Verse 2)
Caddy sittin’ low, when the sun starts to set,
A glassy-eyed glance, yeah, I’m soaked in regret,
Caught up in the cycle, every choice that I met,
Is a chain ‘round my neck, man, I ain't done yet.
Friends turned ghosts, like they vanished in smoke,
One hit, one touch, now they drownin’ in hope,
Trade my sanity for a little bit of dope,
Life’s a tightrope walk, but I’m learnin’ to cope.

Pourin’ out the liquor for my folks who are gone,
Every sip's a battle, man, I’m fightin’ to hold on,
Lost to the haze, feel the grip of the xans,
Countin' every heartbeat, playin' cards with the hands.
Hear the sirens wail in this dark serenade,
Surrounded by the ashes of the choices we made,
Nights spent lost, but the pain don’t fade,
In this dirty south jungle, feelin’ trapped in a raid.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we movin’ through the darkness, where the pain stays raw,
Drug abuse, heartbreak, yeah, the streets know the score,
Tomorrow ain’t promised, livin’ life hardcore,
In the shadows, we find what we’re really fightin’ for.

(Outro)
So I spit these bars with the weight on my chest,
Each line a confession, man, I’m searchin’ for rest,
In a world full of snakes, you can’t afford to be blessed,
But I’m grindin’ for the fight, yeah, I’ll never suppress.