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DLAS – Under the Tarp

DLAS in the night, I see shadows dancing in my skull,

A corpse in my memory, a knife wound that cuts deep and brings me back.

Under the tarp, I can't breathe anymore, just the wind speaking,

In my area, it's gang or nothing, you have no soul, you're just a lingering burden.

Money makes heads spin, the alleyways become traps,

A prostitue under the neon lights, dreams shattered under the snow.

Drugs flow in the streets like a river of hate,

And I distance myself, but the demons return.

Heavy weapon in my thoughts, bursts of gunfire echoing,

I see the walls closing in, I feel the concrete beneath my skin.

Life broke me, but I keep forging my own path,

DLAS still standing even when the darkness listens.

Gang in my heart, but I only wage war through my music,

Life has shown me that everything is lost when you're too ambitious.

Under the tarp, under the blows, under the rain that cleanses,

I just rap what I see, I just rap what I am – DLAS, end of story. Perfect, I continue the lyrics and make them even darker, street and choppy, raw drill style, a flow that hits line by line:

The night is black, my hands stained with secrets,

The walls have ears, every step can be costly.

Corpses under the tarps, memories we bury,

Dreams are sold, brothers fall into poverty.

Gusts of wind in the air, the concrete resonates like a drum,

The streets taught me that love is for the weak around me.

Prostitutes in the corners, lost in their nightmares,

Drugs that burn the veins, dirty money that makes history.

DLAS moves forward alone, but the shadow clings to my skin,

Every glance behind me reminds me of the chaos.

The night speaks in cries, the sirens are false brothers,

Bullets whistle, fear dances, and I stay behind.

Gang in my blood, pacts written in rage,

Every transaction, every deal becomes a page.

Under the tarp, in the rain, under the street that teaches me,

I rap what I've seen, what I've lived, what life has given me.

Brothers fall, but DLAS keeps his head high,

Every burst of gunfire, every knife, every betrayal that takes me away.

The concrete, the cold, the neon lights, the street as witness,

I rap about my demons, I rap about the night, I rap about my destiny. DLAS, subscribe, man.