BettyCrockIt(Ode of a Hustler)

I'mI'm I'm the shadow in the alley, where the streetlights dim, Got a mind like a weapon, watch the world spin grim, Cold nights, hard fights, got the hustle in my veins, Life's a game of chess, and I'm breaking all the chains. Concrete jungle, where the lions roam free, Survival of the fittest, ain't no pity for the weak, Echoes of the struggle, hear the sirens wail, Every corner got a story, every face tells a tale. I'm the voice of the unheard, the pulse of the block, With a heart made of steel, and a will that won't stop, Grinding through the darkness, I’m the spark in the night, With my pen as my sword, I'm ready for the fight. City full of dreams, but the nightmares creep, In this world of cold cash, I’m just trying to eat, Every step's a battle, every breath's a win, In the depths of the grime, that’s where I begin.