Night Drift

Graveyard shift, I move when it's dead. Cold thoughts circling inside my head. City asleep but the wolves stay out. Silence louder than a crowd that shout. Black boots step on cracked cement. Every move got intention, man. No cheap talk, no fake display. Real ones grind while the rest just play. Streetlight glow on a pale face. Time moves fast but I keep my pace. Eyes low, calculating the scene. Heart turned steel, mind routine. Basement vibes where the speakers bump. Built my sound from a cracked old phone. No big studio, no co-signed name. Just raw ambition and a hunger flame. Friends switch sides for a little shine. Choke the belly, who really mine? Now my circle small and tight. Day one soldiers in the night. 808 hit like a distant war. Pain knock heavy at my door. I don't panic, I let it in. Turn my losses into wins. Cold stare sharp like broken glass. See through lies when they pass. No need flex, my aura loud. Built too solid to blend with crowd. Midnight air got a bitter taste. Time don't heal, it just erase. Still I write with a steady hand. Carve my truth in this dark land.