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  • Shadowride (Paranoia On)

    Shadowride (Paranoia On)

    The Pocket|1

    You think you made it out — but shadows stretch longer than

    your past.

    This for the ones who learned to breathe with danger at their

    back.

    Walking through the shadows where the sunlight fades…

    Rearview locked, paranoia raised.

    City of Angels with a halo made of smoke,

    We just fight to keep a heartbeat holding on,

    Cold wind cutting through a heavy soul.

    {808 drop}

    Got a thousand different demons banging on the walls of my brain,

    Every corner that I turn feel exactly the same.

    They talk about success like it's waiting on a shelf — But

    when you're born in the trenches,

    you don't trust nobody else.

    Seen homies turn to ghosts chasing fake pride,

    Got a target on my back and a cross on my side.

    Cruiser creeping slow, shining beams in my face,

    Trying to catch a young G slipping out of place.

    Trying to cage my spirit,

    turn my life into a stat,

    Print another Black body under bold-font facts.

    So I grip the wheel tight,

    let the engine roar light,

    Navigating every danger on a Compton flight.

    Walking through the shadows where the sunlight fades…

    Rearview locked, paranoia raised.

    City of Angels with a halo made of smoke,

    We just fight to keep a heartbeat holding on,

    Cold wind cutting through a heavy soul.

    Everybody got an angle,

    everybody got a fee — You pay for your mistakes and your

    bad company. They love when you're bleeding,

    hate when you rise,

    In a world full of snakes,

    truth's a health compromise.

    Hazard to my health,

    heater tucked in the glove,

    Not a whole lot of mercy,

    not a whole lot of love.

    Made it out the hood but it's stitched in my mind,

    Leaving trauma on the pavement every mile behind.

    So don't preach to me about glory or gold — If you

    buy your way out,

    you still selling your soul.

    Hear 'em whisper in the dark

    —

    Waiting for the slip,

    waiting for the fall.

    Let it breathe… let the night swallow it all.

    {beat drops out}

    Yeah… It ain't palm trees and chrome every night —

    Sometimes it's just surviving 'til the light.

    Keep your head low.

    Keep your circle tight.

    {fade

    out}

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