p**sy

In the shadows where the darkness creeps, Dreams of gold, but the struggle never sleeps. Chasing visions, but the pain's real deep, Hustle hard, while the world’s counting sheep. Life’s a game, but I’m rolling with the dice, Heart of a lion, but the streets cold as ice. Every verse I spit, it’s a gamble, no advice, Climbing out the pit, just to pay the price. (Verse 2) I want the fame, but the price is steep, Whispers in the night, secrets that I keep. Lost in the grind, while the shadows creep, Fame’s a double-edged sword, cut you deep. Late nights, plotting on a paper chase, Every line I write, it’s a step I embrace. In the dark, I’m a phantom, leave no trace, Wanna be a star, but I’m lost in this space. base lace