The custom beat

I stepped in the store, thought I’d score a quick bite, But the clerk had a vibe that was colder than night, Grabbed a snack, hit the back, but the plan went awry, Got the bag in my hand, but I’m watchin’ the sky. Heart racin’ fast, like I’m runnin’ a mile, Cops pullin’ up, man, I’m tryin’ to smile, Thought I’d flip the script, workin’ fries at McD’s, But the drama unfolded, like a bad movie tease. I was hustlin’ hard, just tryna make ends, But the streets got a way of turnin’ foes into friends, Now I’m caught in this mess, like I’m stuck in a jam, How’d they find me so quick? Man, it’s part of the plan. Gotta keep my cool, can’t let ‘em see me sweat, But the weight of the world got me feelin’ upset, Got dreams in my pocket, but they’re slippin’ away, Tryna break free, but the system won’t play.