Purpose in the Puzzle

Shadow creeping, qualis haze thick. Lantern swinging, alleyway slick. Money whispers, deals done in the mist. Fingers crossed, devil's clenched fist. Beneath the moon, shadows scream. City's pulse, a wicked dream. High bass pumping, veins on fire. Dark streets burn, truth's a liar. Grit on my blade, echoes of mine. Echoes of motor, echoes of motorbikes. Echoes Of motorbikes. Echoes Of motorbikes. motorbikes, neon glow. Secrets buried where no one will know. Heartbeat racing, game too deep. Play or get played, no time to weep. Beneath the moon, shadows scream. City's pulse, a wicked dream. High bass pumping, veins on fire. Dark streets burn, truth's a liar. Grit on my kicks, stories in the grind. Every breath stolen, every clock chimes. Climbing ladders, they crack and fall. King of nothing, still I stand tall. Echoes of motorbikes.