Intro

(Heavy distorted bass, sound of a police siren in the distance, dark atmosphere)

(Low, menacing whisp Dark Gangsta Rap

Yeah... searching for nothing...

Just shadows and dust.

Verse 1

I measured the streets with the grime and the blood,

Thought power was something you claim from the mud.

My path was a highway, where every face is a foe,

Chasing a glory that I didn't even know.

I thought my destiny was written in stacks of gold,

A king on a throne, with a story to be told.

I climbed to the top of the food chain, so cold,

But the higher I went, the more my soul was sold.

Behind every trophy, there’s an empty shell,

Just a hollow reflection in this urban hell.