My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights dance, casting shadows that twist across the asphalt. This city breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant laughter. I grip the cold metal in my hand, feel its weight familiar. It's a burden, this curse. But her voice echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the noise. Maybe there's room for both, the danger and the love. Maybe love c