Dark alley stepping, got me creeping low,

Dark alley stepping, got me creeping low, Cold air on my face, feel the danger in my soul..trust is a luxury lost Pistol in my jacket pocket, weight heavy like my thoughts, Looking for his face, in a game thats played wrong that’s never taught or passed on. like trust being a luxury thats been long gone No need for hitters, I’m a soldier on my own Solo in this mission but with a steady arm these streets never feel warm Secrets on my mind, trust is a luxury lost, Handle my shit on my own, doesnt matter the cost Eyes sharp like a hawk, every corner I scan, Heart pumping fast, I’m the boss of this dark and ritous land. i wont get fucked over by any fucking man. im poetic with a clever mind ill always draft up a hit a man plan. Cloaked in the night, where the real ones fell. i walk past the concrete tower jail and give a salute up to hell Living in a dark story that i will never be able to tell. trust was a luxury that turned out to fail. faces i recognize look sickly and frail. steeet after street looking everywhere wont give up till these bullets are shot into the air ... bout to be his last bad decision he ever made. im not a stupid bitch i expect to get paid memory so sharp it cuts like a blade mistakes of the past, haunt like a whisper from the grim reaper. his soul ill rip out and ill be its keeper. In this city im in it thick but street life ill never quit . even if i have to conquer whats rightly mine hit after hit. every single time , I’m the one who you wont fuck over if so i promise you ill tell you a secret when i turn your body over. Every step my breath i feel it as it rises like my chest ... heart beating Dark vibes surround me, but I’m never distracted when im on a quest .. i take a quick glance down at my chest where i have a tattoo for eternity etched trust was a luxury lost but ill never lose the bet. always collect on mother fuckers no matter the size of the det.