Your Man's in the Hurst

Now your man's body riding in a Hurst, Life’s a gamble, but I’m always betting first, Creepin' through the shadows where the echoes burst, Ghosts of the past, man, they haunt me, it’s cursed. Streetlights flicker, watch the tension disperse, Chasin' dreams, but the nightmares still immerse, Got the weight of the world, yeah, it’s heavy like a verse, In a game of chess, every move is rehearsed. Enemies lurkin’, I’m alert, never terse, Countin' all my blessings while I’m dodgin' the worst, Every moment fleeting, like a thief in a purse, Life’s a cruel teacher, but I’m ready to learn first. Wakin' up to shadows, yeah, the vision’s diverse, In this concrete jungle, man, I’m ready to burst, From the ashes I rise, like a phoenix, I traverse, Now your man’s body riding in a Hurst, that’s the curse.