Hidden in Fame

In the shadows of the D, where the streetlights flicker, Dabshinobi lurks, but his mind's a quick trigger. Ink spills on the page, like blood from a wound, Words twist and turn, like they’re cursed in a tomb. Got bars so heavy, they could sink a whole city, But he’s dodging the fame, keeps his vision gritty. A ghost in the night, while the world’s in a daze, Crafting rhymes in the dark, where the madness plays. Insane with the pen, like a mad scientist, Every line a bomb, man, you can’t deny this. Riches ain't his goal, he’s a phantom in the mist, Spitting fire in the alley, where the legends exist. Detroit’s heartbeat echoes, but he’s out of the race, A lyrical assassin, with a mask on his face. Avoiding the spotlight, keeps his demons at bay, Dabshinobi’s the truth, but the truth’s gone astray.