Blocks

Yeah, yeah. Black hoodie season, I blend with the night. Streetlights flicker when I step in sight. Cold breath, smoke, demon in the air. Silence is loud, but I'm never scared. Yeah, Black hoodie season. Black hoodie season, I blend with the night. Yeah, yeah. Concrete jungle, raise my tone. Heart turned steel, mind full-grown. No fairy tales on this side of town. Only lost boys tryna hold their crown. Bass so low, make the trunk line shake. Every move real, no more fake. Eyes half-closed, but I see it clear. Trust nobody, that's the golden rule here. Uh, uh. Walls tell stories untold. Broken dreams in a recent mold. Midnight sirens sing that blues. Another young soul on the evening news. Parked on scenery like boots on gravel. Life so twisted, hard to unravel. Friends turn strangers, always on change. Love get cold, loyalty strange. I move quiet, no need to flex. Energy dark, but my mind complex. From basement beats to the rooftop stair. Built my name from the game cold air. Shadows follow wherever I go. Pain inside, but it never show. Heartbeat slow where the adrenaline comes. Storm in my head, but my face stay calm. City don't sleep, and neither do I. Dreams stay alive, even when hope die. Lost in the smoke of a midnight thought. Everything burned, nothing bought. They talk loud, but their moves so fake. I learned early what moves to make. Silence power, words be cheap. Real ones grind while the fake ones sleep. Uh, uh.