IAMBIC – I Am Barely In Control

They say every city has a soul. Some are built of glass and sunlight, but this one, this one is built in smoke. Welcome to Gotham. Welcome to Gotham. This gritty God damn city where venom breeds bedlam for seeded and the seedy. Metro of loss... these slabs of meat and steel. Try not to choke on your wonder kid 'cause the gristle gets real. Hell on fire

in this boro of the broken and the bitten streets pull you under if your guard gets to slipping. Shorty don't turn ya back - you might get jacked for your grip. Get your soul RIP'd and left to rot in the corona of the apple's eclipse. Gotham. Residence of the damned and the greedy, mirrored skyline were dirty

deeds drift easy. Smoke in the air with ambition, breed schemes and weeds pushed through the cracks of your concrete dreams. They scorch you to the core. If you walk here timid, leave you in a gutter. If your roar feels limited, the fruit of success hangs low on these corners. The green lure's hypnotic.

Welcome to Gotham. Love it. Hate it. Same logic. Welcome to Gotham, the city of smoke. Angels fall silent, and saints lose their hope. Love it, or hate it. It's the same old problem. Everybody's hungry in the heart of Gotham.

I am the city that raised your bones, built from sirens and broken homes. Every dream you chased through my night was born in the shadows of my streetlight.

I fed your hunger and shaped your rage, turned every alley into your stage where wolves learned patience, and lambs grew claws. Every crown earned here comes with battle scars. You called me wicked. You called me lost, but every empire demands a cost. So step inside and play your part. Gotham. Don't break you.

Gotham. Reveals your heart. Welcome Gotham. Welcome to Gotham. Welcome.