Snakes in the grass, I mow 'em with the sickle,

Words cut deep, sharper than a nickel.

Under streetlights where the shadows slither,

Truth in my veins, got the world to deliver.

Concrete jungle, the lions don't purr,

Roar in my chest, make the whole block stir.

A chessboard life, I'm the king on the rise,

Crown in the smoke, throne built from the lies.

King of the shadows, ruler of the dust,

Diamonds in the dirt, still shining through the rust.

King of the shadows, hands to the sky,

Rise from the gutter, wings never die.

Ink in my pen, the blood of my foes,

Scripts from the depths, where the cold wind blows.

Grime on my boots, every step leaves a mark,

In a world full of wolves, I’ve been playing the shark.

Echoes in the alleys, whispers in the breeze,

Every bar a bullet, bringing giants to their knees.

They speak in riddles, I answer in flame,

Carve my initials in the walls of the game.

Every breath a battle, every word a sword,

Every dream I shatter, just to strike a chord.

From the shadows I rose, in the shadows I reign,

Through the pain and the struggle, I remain unchained.