Double-Crossed in Detroit

[Verse] Out the shadows, slicker than a fedora, City’s heartbeat, the concrete aurora. Detroit’s cold, where the stories told, Mob ties thicker than the blood run cold. Rollin' dice at the jazz club, moonlit night, Pockets deep, moonshine, set to take flight. Tough guys whisperin' ’bout a heist gone wrong, In Motor City, where even ghosts don’t belong. [Verse 2] Street lights flicker, shadows like Capone, Drive-by whispers, don’t answer no phone. Cash-stuffed mattress, secret stash, Rats in the alley, makin’ the hash. Caddy swings by, chrome grill shinin’, Deal gone sour, everybody’s whinin’. Gats in the trench coat, steel cold as ice, Game of craps, rollin' loaded dice. [Chorus] Mobbin' in Detroit, the city never sleeps, Machine gun lullabies, secrets it keeps. Wise guys laughin', bullets play tag, In this concrete jungle, wave that white flag. City of hustlers, denim and dust, Double-crossed tales, in moonlight we trust. [Bridge] Big bosses struttin’, cigars in the mix, Whiskey stains stories, poker faces, no tricks. Hush money whispers, past midnight’s toll, In Detroit’s underbelly, everything sold. [Verse 3] Steam risin', alleys choke with sin, Jazz clubs hummin’, where the night begins. Blackened suit, blade tucked in the seams, Men makin’ fortunes off shattered dreams. Speakeasy secrets, neon glowin’ soft, Bootleg whiskey in the nights driftin’ loft. Suspicious eyes, in this game of fear, Trust no one, ain’t no saints around here. [Chorus] Mobbin' in Detroit, the city never sleeps, Machine gun lullabies, secrets it keeps. Wise guys laughin', bullets play tag, In this concrete jungle, wave that white flag. City of hustlers, denim and dust, Double-crossed tales, in moonlight we trust.