Verse 1) Yo, let me take you back, back to the start, A young boy with big dreams, holdin' 'em close to heart, With a spark in my eyes, I aimed for the skies, Chasin' dreams in the streets under radiant moonrise. In the city streets, where life's a hustle and grind, I found solace in rhymes, a rhythm so divine, In the alleys, I'd flow, with a beat in my soul, Pennin' lyrics, crafting stories that made me whole. (Chorus) Dreams in my eyes, with a fire that never dies, Young kid, full of hope, reaching for the skies. In the rhythm, I finds my peace, Striving for the stars, never will l cease. (Verse 2) My pen drips ambition, words paintin' my vision, Struggles of the past, adding fuel to my mission, My voice, a weapon, against all the oppression, A poet with a cause, ready for the session. Through the struggles and the pain, I found strength in my pain, In the stories of my past, found a powerful refrain, I wrote about the streets, the struggle, and the fight, A young boy with a pen, determined to shed light. (Chorus) Dreams in my eyes, with a fire that never dies, Young kid, full of hope, reaching for the skies. In the rhythm, I finds my peace, Striving for the stars, never will I cease. (Bridge) Late nights in the city, beats echoing loud, My dreams painted vivid in the midst of the crowd, Am a lyricist, a poet, weaving tales untold, In every verse, my resilience, daring to be bold. (Verse 3) My mind, a canvas, painting stories from the heart, Each rhyme I pens, a masterpiece, a piece of art, With every verse I writes, am changing the scene, From a boy with a dream to a young rap king. The struggles I faced, the battles I fought, Every obstacle I overcame, every lesson I was taught, Carved in my memory, fuel for my rhymes, A legacy I'm building, one line at a time. Chorus) Dreams in my eyes, with a fire that never dies, Young kid, full of hope, reaching for the skies. In the rhythm, I finds my peace, Striving for the stars, never will I cease. (Outro) So here ends the story of a boy with dreams, A rapper, a poet, more than what it seems, In the verses I spits, in the rhymes I imparts, Lies the journey of a boy, aiming for the stars. My Dreams, they're alive, in every word I imparts, In every beat, in every rhythm, in all of my arts. So listen to my story, the tale of a young king, From a boy with dreams, to the rap game I'll bring.