I’m ridin’ on this train, hate fate, can’t escape, Mace in my pocket, dreams heavy like a cape, Late morning light, but

I’m ridin’ on this train, hate fate, can’t escape, Mace in my pocket, dreams heavy like a cape, Late morning light, but it’s dark in my mind, Soarin’ through the shadows, where the truth’s hard to find. Flooring company grind, stackin’ up this dough, Money in the trap, but it’s funny how it flows, Dark shadows lurkin’, got my back against the wall, Stuck in the game, but I’m ready for the fall. Truck full of pain, but I kick back, relax, Every move calculated, never cuttin’ no slack, Life’s a dirty hustle, feel it deep in my veins, Jailhouse dreams haunt me, but I’m breakin’ these chains. Late nights, street fights, livin’ life on the edge, With a heart full of hope, I’m risin’ up from the dredge, A soldier in the struggle, yeah, I’m fightin’ for the light, In this world of darkness, I’m the spark in the night.