one clean hit

In the shadows where the whispers creep, Calculated moves, gotta play for keeps, Eyes on the prize, yeah, the stakes run deep, In the city lights, where the secrets seep. Pressure builds up like a ticking clock, Every step I take, hear the echoes knock, Heart racing fast, it’s a high-stakes block, Clean hit, precision, like a surgeon’s doc. Mind’s a fortress, but the walls feel thin, Trust is a gamble, where do I begin? Every face I see, is it foe or kin? Underneath the surface, where the chaos spins. Breathe in the tension, feel the vibe shift, Every glance a challenge, yeah, it’s a rift, In this game of chess, gotta make a swift lift, One clean hit, watch the world drift. or