my boy jack

Let's talk about my boy, yeah, we call him Jack, In the shadows where the real ones never lack, Streetlights flicker, but his vision stay intact, Moving through the night like a ghost on the track. Got a heart of a lion, but the world turned black, Trust is a currency, and he never cut slack, Stacking up the paper, but he’s watching his back, Only ride with the wolves, never roll with the quacks. He’s got dreams of gold, but the streets hold traps, Every step he takes, feel the weight of the past, Eyes on the prize, but the dice always cast, In this game of life, man, nothing’s ever fast. Caught up in the struggle, but he’s never gonna crack, Fighting through the darkness, hear the echoes of the crack, With a pen in his hand, he’s writing his own pact, Jack’s a soldier in the night, and he’s ready for the act.