"LAST OF A DYING BREED"

In the shadows where the fiends creep, cash in hand, Whispers in the alley, dark plans expand, Got the weight on my shoulders, but I’m built to withstand, Counting all this paper, like I’m drawing in the sand. Life’s a gamble, every deal’s a high stake, Trust is a luxury, make no mistake, Eyes on the prize, but the heart starts to ache, In this concrete jungle, where the real ones break. Hustle hard, but the night brings a chill, Voices in my head, telling me to stay still, But the hunger for the power got me chasing that thrill, In a world full of sharks, gotta sharpen your skill. Dark corners, where the silence screams loud, Underneath the streetlights, lost in the crowd, Every move calculated, gotta make ‘em proud, In the game of life, I’m the king, wear the crown.