I wake up in the dark, grit in my soul,
Streets whisper tales of broken, shattered hope,
Underworld shadows where the lost and the bold,
Chase dreams made of metal, wrapped in a chrome coat.
Heart heavy, friends turn enemies quick,
Visions of the life I had flicker, then flip,
Caught in a cycle, feels like I’m bound,
But I rise from the ashes where the lost are found.
Late nights, bright lights, I’m moving in silence,
Hustle through the struggle, it’s a brutal alliance,
Reppin' for the ones who stayed true to the grind,
In this concrete jungle, you know we define.
Life’s a delicate dance, I’m a king in the zone,
My throne made of sorrow, carved from the stone,
Every struggle a lesson, every wound like a moan,
In the depths of the underworld, I claim what’s my own.
So I keep pushing forward, my spirit won’t bend,
With every turn of the tide, hustlers run with the trend,
While the silver glimmers and the chrome always glows,
Remember the fight, that’s how the story goes.
We rise from the ruins, no longer just ghosts,
Embrace all the pain, yeah, that’s what I boast,
Together we’ll conquer, our vision won’t fade,
In a world full of darkness, we’re casting the shade.
So hold on tight, to the dreams that ignite,
Through the chaos and struggles, we’ll shine in the night,
With grit in our hearts and our eyes on the prize,
In the underworld’s midst, we’ll reach for the skies.
Yeah, the chrome may be cold, but it reflects our fight,
Transforming shattered hope into verses of light,
So step up, stand tall, let the world hear our call,
Together we rise, we’ll never let them fall.
Trap
grit, shattered hope, chrome, underworld