Snake eyes

Every nigga ain’t family every smile ain’t from my kin, Even love got a blade when it’s tucked within. pawns turned to ghosts, I seen kings fall quick, tryin’ brag and boast now your chest cavin in Asbury whispers carry tales through the coast, Of loyalty buried deeper can than most. They say the game don’t change, just the faces do, But I’ve seen Judas in blue, and he faced it too. Trust was a weapon, and I handed mine, Now I sip from the guilt like it’s aged red wine. Life a flick, Scorsese with the frame, Play my role quiet, but I’m built for the flame. ’ — move, don’t talk, Every line that I write is the chalk on the walk. The dead man’s still here, just colder, refined, Heart armored in loss, but the pain redefined. If love is the war, I done bled my part, Steel heart, dark art — tales from the Park. III. The Last Move Streetlights flicker, I’m alone with my name, Echoes in the alley still whisper my pain. Every scar on my soul got a story to claim, But I learned in the dark that the loss brings gain. Asbury cold — waves crash like fate, Every block got a past you can’t escape. I done prayed with the wicked, broke bread with deceit, Now I toast to the ghosts that still walk these streets. They said steel don’t bend, but it sure do break, And even dead men learn what a heart can take. Love was a gamble, trust was a price, And I paid both twice just to learn what’s right. Mafia dreams fade slow in the rain, Tony in the mirror, I inherit his pain. Mystery of Chessboxin’ — one last play, Sacrifice the king, then I fade away. Now I’m steel, I’m smoke, I’m truth, I’m sin, The game don’t end, it just starts again. If I die on this board, let the record mark — They buried my flesh, but I lived in the Park.