rise of the worriors
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(Verse 1) In the city where dreams are bought and sold, Streets paved with struggles, stories untold. Mama worked two jobs, just to make ends meet, Daddy in the system, locked up, can't compete. Raised in the chaos, where hope's a rare sight, Trying to navigate through the darkness of the night. But I refuse to be another statistic in the game, Writing rhymes to ignite my inner flame. (Chorus) This is the anthem for the broken, the lost, Those fighting every day, no matter the cost. We rise from the ashes, stronger than before, Our voices like thunder, ready to roar. (Verse 2) They say the pen's mightier than the sword, So I wield it with purpose, cutting through the chord. That binds me to the past, holding me down, I break free, wearing my scars like a crown. Every lyric I spit, every beat I ride, Is a testament to the struggle, the tears we've cried. In a world full of chaos, I find my peace, In the rhythm and rhyme, where my soul's released. (Chorus) This is the anthem for the broken, the lost, Those fighting every day, no matter the cost. We rise from the ashes, stronger than before, Our voices like thunder, ready to roar. (Bridge) So let the beat drop, and the bass hit hard, As I pour my heart out, playing my part. In this symphony of life, I refuse to be silent, I'll keep spitting truth until the day I'm vibrant. (Outro) So here's to the dreamers, the fighters, the ones who dare, To defy the odds, to rise up and declare: We're not just survivors, we're warriors in the night, With every rhyme, every line, we ignite.
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(Verse 1) In the city where dreams are bought and sold, Streets paved with struggles, stories untold. Mama worked two jobs, just to make ends meet, Daddy in the system, locked up, can't compete. Raised in the chaos, where hope's a rare sight, Trying to navigate through the darkness of the night. But I refuse to be another statistic in the game, Writing rhymes to ignite my inner flame. (Chorus) This is the anthem for the broken, the lost, Those fighting every day, no matter the cost. We rise from the ashes, stronger than before, Our voices like thunder, ready to roar. (Verse 2) They say the pen's mightier than the sword, So I wield it with purpose, cutting through the chord. That binds me to the past, holding me down, I break free, wearing my scars like a crown. Every lyric I spit, every beat I ride, Is a testament to the struggle, the tears we've cried. In a world full of chaos, I find my peace, In the rhythm and rhyme, where my soul's released. (Chorus) This is the anthem for the broken, the lost, Those fighting every day, no matter the cost. We rise from the ashes, stronger than before, Our voices like thunder, ready to roar. (Bridge) So let the beat drop, and the bass hit hard, As I pour my heart out, playing my part. In this symphony of life, I refuse to be silent, I'll keep spitting truth until the day I'm vibrant. (Outro) So here's to the dreamers, the fighters, the ones who dare, To defy the odds, to rise up and declare: We're not just survivors, we're warriors in the night, With every rhyme, every line, we ignite.
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