Verse 1 Badge on my chest, but my soul ain’t clean, Cleveland nights, sirens hum like a bad dream. Mirror say hero, the streets say “liar,” Blue lights flash, I’m fueled by desire. Pull you over for a blink, for a breath, for a glance, Profilin’ silhouettes, call it “probable chance.” Glovebox miracles, surprise, what a find— Funny how the truth bends when I’m already lyin’. Hook I’m dirty—wash my hands in the rain and snow, Dirty—paper trail? Nah, let it go. Dirty—badge heavy, conscience light, Dirty—sleep fine with the sins at night. Verse 2 I tax the block like I’m city hall, Take a cut from the dealers, let the evidence fall. Plant seeds in the dark, watch a life get sunk, Stamp it “case closed,” toss the rest in the trunk. Cash in the glove, no receipt, no names, Skip the forms, skip the truth, skip the shame. Uniform pressed, but the morals wrinkled, Every oath I took? Yeah, it got sprinkled. Hook I’m dirty—wash my hands in the rain and snow, Dirty—paper trail? Nah, let it go. Dirty—badge heavy, conscience light, Dirty—sleep fine with the sins at night. Verse 3 I eat with the wolves, mafioso plates, Handshake deals in backroom gates. Gangs pay tolls just to breathe tonight, I’m the tollbooth demon in the flashing lights. Evidence room got my fingerprints all over, Truth gets lost when the story gets colder. I play judge, jury, executioner grin, ‘Cause power tastes sweet when you’re drunk on the sin. Bridge Sirens lullaby, city hums my name, I blur the law ‘til it looks like a game. Camera blink? I tilt my cap low, Every shadow knows what the records won’t show. Verse 4 Mama raised me better, I left that behind, Now I measure my worth by the dirt I can find. I say “for your safety” with a crooked smile, While I steal your tomorrow one mile at a time. Blue line tight, but my circle’s tighter, Paperwork lighter, pockets heavier, colder nights are brighter. I patrol my reflection, don’t flinch, don’t speak— I’m a ghost in the law, and the law’s in me. Hook I’m dirty—wash my hands in the rain and snow, Dirty—paper trail? Nah, let it go. Dirty—badge heavy, conscience light, Dirty—sleep fine with the sins at night. Outro When the city wakes up and the truth comes early, Don’t call me officer—call me Dirty.