Unsolved Mysteries

Yo, late night shadows, secrets in the dark, City whispers tales, got me feelin' like a shark, Unsolved mysteries, echoes in the streets, Footsteps of the past, where the danger meets. Cold cases linger, like ghosts in the mist, Detectives on the grind, but the clues get missed, From Brooklyn blocks to the heights of the Bronx, Every corner I turn, man, it’s just another con. Lost souls wander, searching for a sign, In the alleys of the heart, where the stars don’t shine, A puzzle in the night, pieces scattered wide, But I’m spitting truth, like I’m Biggie on the ride. Life’s a riddle, every verse a new clue, Got a pen like a weapon, and I’m aiming at you, From the depths of the struggle, to the heights of the game, Unsolved mysteries, but I’m spitting my name. Yo, shadows in the alleys, whispers in the night, Got me searchin' for the truth, man, it don’t feel right, Unsolved mysteries, stories left untold, Like the gold in the vaults that the legends hold. Creepin' through the darkness, got my mind on a quest, Who shot Biggie, man, we still feelin' stressed, Cold case files, they gatherin' dust, But the streets still talk, in the hood, it's a must. Ghosts of the past, they linger in the air, Every corner I turn, yeah, I feel 'em stare, Lost souls searchin', tryna find their way, In a city full of secrets, where the shadows play. Hustlers and dreamers, we all want the fame, But the price of the game, it ain't never the same, From the block to the top, we chase that thrill, In a world full of questions, it’s the silence that kills. Yo, late night, shadows creeping, thoughts deep, Unsolved mysteries, secrets that we keep, City lights flicker, truth hidden in the dark, Life's a puzzle, every piece leaves a mark. Hustlers on the corner, whispers in the breeze, Lost souls searching for a way to find peace, Cold cases linger, ghosts of the past, Every block got a story, some too wild to last. Detectives with the badges, but they missin' the clues, Life's a game of chess, but they playin' with fools, From the streets of Bed-Stuy to the heart of the block, We unravel the threads, every tick of the clock. Echoes of the fallen, their tales won't die, In the alleys and the rooftops, we reach for the sky, Every rhyme a confession, every beat a release, In this world of questions, we search for the peace.