Letras
Gutter roots, gold ambitions
Trap beats pulsing through my mission
Sex, drugs, old hood habits? I wrote the admission
But I fight for clarity in the rear-view vision
One functional look, one ghost track
Wolf Jacobs howling, "There's no going back"
Acoustic heart behind the hardcore front
When I strum, I bleed trust, love wrecked on the hunt
When I rage, I'm anti-prostitution, anti-cheat
Past me was nihilistic, two fists against defeat
Worked in warehouses, trailer parks where dreams deferred
Now AM to PM, ten-to-twelve, my only word
Mask on for the crowd, mask off for the few
Wolf's pack minimal, real ones only came through
They're stuck in loops, same self-demotivating lane
I flex on 'em silently, won't let the wolf go tame
Symbols everywhere: letters and numbers align
Because the world is ugly-beautiful, and this life is mine
Gutter roots, gold ambitions
Trap beats pulsing through my mission
Sex, drugs, old hood habits? I wrote the admission
But I fight for clarity in the rear-view vision
One functional look, one ghost track
Wolf Jacobs howling, "There's no going back"
Gold ambitions from a gutter heart
jakewolf playing his part