The dream has expired... my system's wired...

Diesel fire... rave-born choir...

Heart don’t sleep — it’s empire or expire...

Wake up, wake up — the sky’s on fire!

Clock hit four twenty and the streets still talkin’,

Smoke in the lungs and the shadows stalkin’,

Dreams ablaze in the fumes we walk in,

Hope got lost in the codes we chalk in.

Fast life, flash light, no map guidance,

Truth gets crushed in the noise and violence,

Cross my palm, I’m numb to the silence,

Life’s one trip through the broken islands.

No rewind, bruv, this the full collapse,

Diesel veins pump beats and claps,

Bassline crack in the tower block gaps,

Dreams turn rust — no time to nap.

The dream has expired (yeah),

Still I ride through the fire (bruv),

Fuel that hope till the wires get tired,

Real ones know — we don’t retire.

The dream has expired (yo),

Still I glide through the choir (woah),

Lost in the fog where the truth conspires,

Diesel and flame — that’s my attire.

Rain on my lens, mind in the maze,

Clock tick glitch when the vision decays,

Heart rate flips in the turbine phase,

Words get sprayed like the alleyway haze.

Dreams don’t live where the lights don’t reach,

Concrete gods with a code in speech,

Every lost soul tryna preach on the breach,

While the sirens sing and the spirits leech.

I was born in the blaze of the broken night,

Shadow in my eyes, I’m a ghost in light,

Heartbeat sync with the bassline bite,

Diesel Motion — collapse in sight!

The dream has expired,

Still I ride through the fire,

Fuel that hope till the wires get tired,

Real ones know — we don’t retire.

Diesel in my veins, grime on my breath,

Clock’s still tickin’ in the face of death,

Shadows whisper in the static depth,

“Dream’s gone cold, but the soul’s got heft.”

Wake me up in the rave of ruin,

Drums still pound while the void’s pursuin’,

Mirror in the smoke — who you choosin’?

Soul still movin’, mind still losin’.

City got codes, I decipher pain,

Every lost dream just feeds the chain,

Every cracked hope just bleeds the rain,

Still we ride diesel — insane campaign.

Fast lane life in the midnight glitch,

Pulse of the gods in the circuit switch,

Heart’s still burnin’ through the data pitch,

Dream expired — but I’m rich in the glitch.

The dream has expired,

Still I ride through the fire,

Bassline God — street empire,

Fuel that soul till the wires get tired.

Dream expired — still inspired,

Ghost in smoke, I’m never retired,

Heaven’s static, diesel’s choir,

This is the end — the dream’s rewired.