Axon Body 3

[Intro]

Hey gang, do your best.

let two points black do it bro

They told me I only talk about guns and violence,

But I’m fighting for food, not for appearances.

The tank is empty, rent keeps rising,

My hands sweat on the wheel while I’m just surviving.

  

Tired of nights that never end,

Streets that don’t sleep, where no one respects you.

If you don’t have money, they won’t look you in the eye,

But when you have it, your people treat you differently.

One day a blocked car, the next a rental,

Every peso I get has a pre-arranged owner.

At three in the morning, women scream "drive,"

Danger breathes down my neck, but no one complains.

  

The police check you, and they let you go,

They don’t see the pressure I carry, they just want to control.

Three robberies under my belt and yet here I stand,

I’d rather turn down a ride than be another victim again.

  

The tires screech, the engine can’t take it,

But hunger pushes me to take another lap.

They say "don’t give up," but how do you do it?

When the system steps on you and says "get used to this."

  

The midnight traffic knows me well,

Quiet, serious, because talking could be my end too.

Broken bodies on sidewalks, flashing red lights,

Another dead in the street, but no one feels the scene.

Sundays are just like Mondays,

Time passes and I keep searching for what I never had.

My dreams are small compared to the debt,

But still, I rise even when the ground shakes and hurts.

  

They say success comes if you try,

But no one tells you how much it costs to carry misery.

The job doesn’t give much, but I keep trying,

Because giving up isn’t an option, even if I can’t catch my breath.

[Outro]

Another day, another peso, another favor to pay,

The city sees me, but never calls my name.

If I disappear today, I won’t be the news,

Because in my world, dying young became routine.

[Outro 2]

The routine doesn't weigh me down anymore, it doesn’t surprise me,

The path continues and I’m still standing