McDuck

My life on these Albuquerque streets, where shadows creep, Lyrical soul, I’m fighting demons, can’t afford to sleep, Every corner, whispers echo, secrets I keep, Dodging fate, with every step, the stakes run deep. Running dope and blues, hustlin’ just to survive, In a city where the realest barely stay alive, Got a heart full of struggle, but my spirit won’t break, In the heat of the night, I’m the choice that you make. With the weight of the world on my back, I’m still bold, Stories of the lost, in these verses unfold, Every rhyme a reflection of the battles I wage, In the ink of my pen, I’m turning the page. Evil legion lurks, but I’m keeping them at bay, In the rhythm of the streets, I find my own way, Rising up from the ashes, with fire in my chest, In this lyrical warzone, I’m destined to be the best. or Lyrical soul, I’m running dope, flipping blues, Chasing paper trails, yeah, I’m breaking through the news, Fighting demons in the shadows, they whispering my name, Trying to drag me back to hell, playin’ wicked games. Albuquerque streets, they know my struggle and my grind, Every corner that I turn, another battle in my mind, I’m hustling the night, with the stars in my sight, Got the weight of the world, but I’m ready for the fight. Cash rules everything, that’s the life that I chose, Dodging all the traps, while I’m spitting these flows, Heart of a lion, yeah, I roar through the pain, In this concrete jungle, I’m the one who’ll remain. Life’s a gamble, but I’m all in with my bets, Running through the chaos, no regrets, no debts, Every line I drop, it’s a piece of my soul, or My life on these Albuquerque streets, I’m dodging heat, Where shadows follow me, flipping drugs, can’t accept defeat. Late nights with my girl, we’re plotting dreams in the dark, Street lights flicker, but we’re igniting that spark. Got the hustle in my veins, can’t let the block decay, Every corner got a story, every alley’s got a play. Rolling deep with the crew, loyalty runs thick, In this concrete jungle, gotta stay sharp and slick. Whispers in the wind, but I’m deaf to the lies, Eyes on the prize, see the hunger in my eyes. Cops on my tail, but I’m moving like a ghost, In this city of grit, man, I’m living for the most. My girl by my side, she’s my ride or die, Through the struggles and the pain, we’ll reach for the sky. Albuquerque nights, always ready for the grind, In this life that we lead, it’s survival of the mind. or