"Mags and round shaders, clocking dead presidents, tatman here feel like hes heaven sent, Skin's my canvas, ink is my paint, hours on the grind, feelin' the strain. Blood, sweat, and tears, in every design, chasing the dream, one line at a time. Getting paid in dime sacks fuck experience my back aches, Living for the flash, while my future breaks."Let's do it! Chorus How about something like this for a chorus? "Tattoo life, it's a grind, Ink and pain, left behind. Chasing dreams, a dollar a time, Living for the flash, leaving pennies behind." Bridge We can use the bridge to add a bit of reflection or contrast. "Used to dream of mansions and cars, Now it's just needles and scars. Lost in the ink, a world apart, A tattoo artist with a broken heart." Verse 3 Yo, trapped in a shop, a concrete jungle, Hands stained with ink, my spirit's in a mumble. Dreamin' of beaches, and life's simple pleasures, But reality's needles, and clients with pressures. Another day, another dollar, another design, Lost in the shadows, where creativity dies. Hustlin' hard, for a taste of the sweet life, But the grind never stops, it's a constant strife. Alright, let's wrap this up with a strong outro. How about something like this: Tattoo life, a double-edged blade, Creating art, while feeling dismayed. But the ink keeps flowing, day by day, Hoping for better times, come what may.