Allahkarim

I rise from the struggle, dreams heavy on my chest, In a world full of shadows, I’m aiming for the best, Got the heart of a lion, with a vision so clear, Every verse that I spit, gotta echo through the years. Street corners taught me, the hustle and the grind, With my pen as my weapon, I’m redefining the line, From the block to the stage, I’m ready to ignite, Chasing dreams like a soldier, I’m prepared for the fight. I want the fame, but I’m grounded in my roots, Spitting truth to the youth, planting seeds in their suits, A new voice for the voiceless, I’ll rise and I’ll roar, With the spirit of Pac, I’m destined to soar. Every loss is a lesson, every tear, a reminder, In the game for the passion, can’t let fear be a binder, So I hustle with purpose, my soul’s on the line, I want to be a star, let my light always shine.