blerrrrr flick of my rist

Pulling up on the block, shadows lurk in the night, Two homies fell, now the pain cuts like a knife, Fingers on the steel, hear the whispers of strife, In a world full of chaos, lost dreams and lost life. Guns blazin’ in the alley, echoes bounce off the walls, While the sirens wail, another brother falls, We celebrate the struggle, but the darkness enthralls, In the land of the free, where freedom’s just a call. Chasing after skirts, but the heart's still numb, In a game where the realest often bite the dust, America’s a stage, and the scripts are all spun, But the price of the hustle is too steep to trust. In the shadows, we linger, plotting moves in the mist, Every thrill’s a gamble, every moment’s a risk, With a flick of the wrist, make the past cease to exist, But the ghosts of the fallen, they persist in the twist.