Shadow Currency

Money in the mattress, snakes in the attic,

Scheming so erratic, moves cinematic.

Digits doing acrobatics, flipping through the static,

Truth cut sharper than a guillotine mechanic.

City on my back, bricks in my lungs,

Talking slick, tongue sharp, weigh a metric ton.

Cameras in the alleys, shadows hum a song,

Every step a gamble, dice roll, I'm gone.

Shadow currency, they don’t see the flow,

Underneath the glow, where the cold winds blow.

Shadow currency, stacks never show,

World moving slow, but the bag still grow.

Drip so toxic, venom in the seams,

Plotting in the dark, never chase the gleam.

Blueprints in the mind, chessboard schemes,

Every pawn a soldier in a king’s grim dream.

Hood prophets preach, hands gripping the steel,

Lines blur quick between fake and real.

Stories from the block, scars never heal,

But the hunger stay raw, stomachs don’t feel.

Shadow currency, they don’t see the flow,

Underneath the glow, where the cold winds blow.

Shadow currency, stacks never show,

World moving slow, but the bag still grow.