Street Chronicles

[Verse]
On the block, dodgin’ glocks, in a world full of crooks,
Story deeper than the pages of a thousand books.
Bling shine, got them lookin’ like they seen a ghost,
Spittin' bars heavy, bread thicker than French toast.
[Verse]
Trap dreams, lost friends to the schemes and the hustle,
Wishin' on stars, but the nights remain a tussle.
Shorty in the cut, tryna make a quick buck,
Life's a game of chance, cards dealt, outta luck.
[Chorus]
Runnin’ these streets, with the weight on my shoulders,
Every day’s a fight, gettin’ wiser and older.
Chain hang low, heart colder than ice trays,
Livin' for the night, never promised them bright days.
[Verse]
Cipher in the alleyway, beats and the rhymes,
Crew spittin' dope, feelin’ timeless as chimes.
Pocket full of dreams, city filled with schemes,
Mixtape fire, dodgin' radio extremes.
[Bridge]
Money talks, silk suits, and leather boots,
Life flying by, quicker than fast food.
Mirrors and smoke, streets ain't a joke,
Survival mode, steady flexin' the code.
[Verse]
Echoes of legends, phantoms of the golden days,
Rhythms and poetry, in the city maze.
Flow sharper than a shiv, heart blessed with the gift,
Legacy eternal, never catchin' a drift.