No Pulse City

North Pole city, heart beat hollow. Cold wind whisper, no one to follow. Steps real slow on frozen ground. Lost but never truly found. Black sky hanging like a curtain drawn. Dreams stay running, I never stop. Low tone voice but the message loud. Stand too firm, don't bend for crowd. Street code written in silent ink. Move one time, never overthink. Trust thin line like cracked ice sheet. One wrong step then feel that heat. Basement room with the blinds shut tight. Build my sound in the dead of night. No applause when the grind meet end. Out here watching like that's the myth. Energy dark but my vision clear. Face my doubts, I don't fear. Every scar like a medal worn. From cold nights where legends born. City lights blur in rainy dusk. Future coming, past a bust. I don't chase what the fake ones chase. I build slow in my own pace. 808 hit like a distant quake. Feel that push in my lungs it take. Calm outside but the storm within. Turn every loss to discipline. They talk loud with a hollow tone. I stay quiet, build my throne. No cheap flex, no rent and shine. All I own is truly mine. Midnight drive with no clear end. Only myself I can depend. World so cold but I adapt. Mind stay sharp, never trapped. North Pole city but I feel alive. Through the dark I learn to thrive. King of shadows, don't need a crown. Built from dust, I won't back down.