My Glock in My Hand, Love on My Mind
Streetlights flicker, casting shadows that crawl across the asphalt. This concrete jungle breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant music. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight against my skin. It's a burden, this power. But her smile echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the noise. Maybe there's room for both, the danger and the love.