"Trapped in the Cycle"

"Trapped in the Cycle" (Chorus – 4 Bars) Money come, money go, like the wind in the trees, Hoes love the shine but switch up when you freeze. Drugs in the veins of the blocks where we bleed, Tryna break free, but we stuck in the greed. --- (Verse 1 – 16 Bars) Came up in the jungle, ain't no law but the grind, Either flip or you fall, leave your soul in the shrine. Cops lurkin’ like vultures, tryna pick at the bones, But the dope feed the fam, so we stackin’ these stones. Cash rule the city, every brick got a price, Sell a dream to a fiend, turn their hell into ice. Brothers die over crumbs, what’s a life to the streets? Mothers cry, but the money keep the cycle repeat. Hoes chase the shine but ain't down for the storm, When the rain hit the roof, they be gone by the morn’. I seen kings turn to fiends, seen queens lose their throne, Seen a homie sell his soul just to cop him a home. But the rent due, stomachs growl, what you ‘posed to do? Either hustle or you struggle, ain't no chosen few. Paper power, but it’s cursed, keep you locked in the game, You either die with respect or live broke in the shame. --- (Chorus – 4 Bars) Money come, money go, like the wind in the trees, Hoes love the shine but switch up when you freeze. Drugs in the veins of the blocks where we bleed, Tryna break free, but we stuck in the greed. --- (Verse 2 – 16 Bars) I seen dope boys ball, then fall with the feds, One week in a Benz, next week in the red. Homie had a hundred grand, now he beggin’ for bread, Once his plug cut him off, all them ‘friends’ turned they head. It’s a trap, not a come-up, but we blinded by stacks, Sellin’ poison to our own just to cop us a Lac. We be chasin’ fast money, but the reaper run quicker, Ain’t no pension in this game, just a cell or a sticker. But the hood still hungry, so we dance with the devil, Every flip, every zip, tryna level with metal. See the money bring the women, but the love ain't real, When the funds dry up, they disappear like a deal. So we drown in the liquor, put the smoke in the air, Tryna numb all the pain, but the hurt still there. It’s a war outside, but the battle within, Tryna break out the cycle, but it pull you back in. --- (Chorus – 4 Bars) Money come, money go, like the wind in the trees, Hoes love the shine but switch up when you freeze. Drugs in the veins of the blocks where we bleed, Tryna break free, but we stuck in the greed. --- (Verse 3 – 16 Bars) Young kid on the corner, tryna shine like the rest, Picked a pack up at twelve, by sixteen, he’s a vet. Took a shot for the set, now he trapped in a debt, Either kill or be killed, ain't no love in the flesh. Big homie gave him game, but the wisdom came late, By the time he got a plan, he was fightin’ a case. Judge threw him twenty-five, he just stare at his mom, Now she workin’ two jobs, tryna keep the lights on. And his girl that he loved, she was down for the ride, 'Til the time got too long, now she lay with his guy. It’s a cycle of pain, keep the weak in the dark, But the strong get smart, find a way, play it sharp. Tryna flip this dirty cash into somethin' legit, Tryna get up out the hood ‘fore the feds do a blitz. But the block like quicksand, every step, you sink, Gotta change how you move, or be gone in a blink. --- (Chorus – 4 Bars) Money come, money go, like the wind in the trees, Hoes love the shine but switch up when you freeze. Drugs in the veins of the blocks where we bleed, Tryna break free, but we stuck in the greed. --- (Verse 4 – 16 Bars) Man, I pray for the lost, for the ones in the fire, For the kids with no pops, learnin’ life from a liar. For the ones in the cell, tryna dream past the bars, For the ones in the grave, who was reachin’ for stars. It’s a cold world, homie, but the heat stay close, Every move calculated, ‘cause the streets play ghost. One wrong turn, end your run in a flash, They either put you in the dirt or they come for your stash. So I’m tryna find peace, tryna step out the maze, Gotta think long-term, not just stunt for a phase. Ain't no future in this life if your plan ain't straight, Gotta get it out the mud, then escape ‘fore it’s late. See, the money bring chains if you ain't got a plan, And the streets take souls, turn a boy to a man. But I’m done with the cycle, tryna rewrite the page, Tryna show ‘em there's a way to get paid, not a cage. --- (Chorus – 4 Bars) Money come, money go, like the wind in the trees, Hoes love the shine but switch up when you freeze. Drugs in the veins of the blocks where we bleed, Tryna break free, but we stuck in the greed. --- This track paints the struggle raw while weaving deep metaphors about survival, temptation, and the cost of chasing fast money. Let me know if you want any tweaks or a different vibe! %%%%q%%%q%qqq%*CIL lieu