stacking

Yeah, I’m trapped in the system, where the shadows loom, Got a pocket full of dreams, but I’m stuck in this room, Counting jail money, stacking it high, While the world spins around me, I just watch it pass by. Guns drawn in the alley, it’s a game of survival, Life’s a twisted novel, I’m the author of my trial, Echoes in the cell, can’t escape the past, Every dollar that I hustle, man, it’s built to last. Got my mind on the grind, can’t afford to slip, Every move that I make, it’s a calculated trip, Locked up in the chaos, but I’m breaking the mold, With these bars in my veins, watch my story unfold. Grit and determination, fuel my every line, In a world full of darkness, I’m the light that will shine, From the depths of despair, I’m rising above, Jail money and guns, but I’m fighting for love.