Creepin in the Sewers

Creepin' in the sewers, man, I’m outta sight,

Rats scatter 'round, shadows eat the light,

Pipes drippin’ secrets, they don’t tell it right,

Underground hustle, every breath a fight.

Boots stick to the grime, cuttin' through the murk,

Tunnels full of spirits, hauntin' every perk,

Hustle in the gloom, shadows where they lurk,

Heart steeled in the dark, fate ain't no clerk.

Creepin', I'm creepin', got my eyes all wide,

Cave of the city, where the true ones hide,

Survival of the fittest, got no time for pride,

Runnin' with the echoes, in this endless ride.

Street-level noise just a distant hum,

Down here, every step, sound a godly drum,

Maps in my head, where the trodden come,

Path of the rogue, breakin’ from the slum.

Rust and grime, it’s a seer’s domain,

Wisdom in the muck, knowledge in the pain,

Lies in the daylight, truth can only feign,

In these sewers deep, only real remain.

Creepin', I'm creepin', got my eyes all wide,

Cave of the city, where the true ones hide,

Survival of the fittest, got no time for pride,

Runnin' with the echoes, in this endless ride.