Sny - Shark (Original Mix)

And now all glass, but the street stays cold
Young men shake souls for a parquet of gold
Names at the table are written in trust
One loose word turns an empire to dust
And just be low when the field goes down
No need for noise when you own the town
It's a choice to decide and sits with the family who waits outside
The night knows the men who can carry the weight
The weak talk too much, strong and underweight
Power means nothing if your people stay poor
A shark feeds his family before taking more
That's what the street stays called
I built my own table when no seat was freed
And fed every brother who struggled with me
The city sees suits, not scars underneath