Intro (Spoken / Low Choir FX) Frozen in the light where the story begins, Dust of the cosmos on the breath of my sins, If God wrote the stars and the devil wrote streets, Then I’m standing between what I know and what bleeds. Hook (Dark, Melodic, Chant-Style) Now I’m on the crime side, yeah, I am now, Not by choice, by the lines they drew me around, I see through you, through the masks and the crowns, Crooked reflections when the truth breaks ground. I’m going in, but I’m coming back out, With a flame in the rain when the lies get loud, Only truth gets heard when the world breaks down, All around, all around, all around. Verse 1 (Cinematic, Dense, Prophetic) In the law of the jungle, the one among men, Soldiers and gorillas, same blood in the pen, Through cities of shadows where sirens still cry, Criminals and killers where the daylight dies. Filthy and faded, where hope’s in the grave, Only a few stand tall, only a few stay brave, Silence of a crook when the cold steel sings, Every tone pressed low, hear the echo of kings. Personal language in the glass of the age, From the middle of minds to the heart of the rage, Where the heart trigger thoughts and the thoughts turn to crime, Outlaws and brothers intertwined in time. We turn pain into rhythm, let the darkness play, Maps full of memories, names fade away, Flashes like stars in an artificial sky, Out-of-state dreams in a dead-end drive. Pre-Hook (Low, Rising Tension) Wolves in the wool when the cameras blink, Truth in the gutter, power in ink, If heaven got ears and hell got a crown, Tell me who’s holy when the system’s loud. Hook (Full, Heavier Drums Drop) Now I’m on the crime side, yeah, I am now, Not by choice, by the lines they drew me around, I see through you, through the masks and the crowns, Crooked reflections when the truth breaks ground. I’m going in, but I’m coming back out, With a flame in the rain when the lies get loud, Only truth gets heard when the world breaks down, All around, all around, all around. Verse 2 (Political / Spiritual / Street) Crooks in the suits and the sentences written, Courtroom prophets with the truth still hidden, They flood the block, then they blame addiction, Call it policy, call it business. Wolves dress clean in a sheep disguise, Turn the other cheek while the evidence dies, I’m just a headline when the cycle repeats, They walk free while they tighten the leash. Badges and borders, cold clemency, Sirens sing lullabies, no empathy, Citadels built just to storm the weak, A ton of bricks on the back of the streets. I’m not a saint, got dust in my past, But I’m breaking the mold, not living that cast, Mind like thunder in a prophet’s chest, Trying to breathe where the pressure’s press. Bridge (Theology / Prophecy – Half-Time) If God taught love and the world taught fear, Why the blood still fall like a holy tear? If the book said light gonna conquer the night, Why the stars look tired in the city’s fight? I pray in the shadows, I walk through flame,