Growing up in broken homes, feeling all alone
Growing up in broken homes, feeling all alone No father figure, just a mother on her own Trying to make ends meet, struggling to survive Feeling like the odds are stacked against us, we strive Raised in poverty, surrounded by violence No room for innocence, just silence Watching my mama work herself to the bone Just to put food on the table, we were never shown The struggles we faced, the pain we endured But through it all, we remained strong and sure That one day we'd rise above the pain and strife and break free from the chains of our broken life Now I stand here, a testament to my past A survivor of the struggle, I made it last No longer defined by the broken homes of my youth I stand tall, a living proof of the truth That no matter where you come from or what you've been through You can rise above it all, and make a breakthrough So here's to all the broken homes and shattered dreams We may be scarred, but we're stronger than we seem. orGrowing up in broken homes, where the love was gone Mama working double shifts, just to bring the bread home Pops was a rolling stone left me broken om my own all alone , never there to guide me I had to fend for myself, learn to survive in this cold world behind me Streets raised me, taught me how to be a man But deep down inside, I knew I had a plan To rise above the struggle, to break free from the pain To show the world that I ain't just a product of my broken home's chain I took my pain and turned it to fuel to feed the fire at times tired tested and tried I grew up in broken homes, feeling all alone No love from the ones who were supposed to be my own Struggling just to survive, trying to make it on my own Feeling like I'm trapped in a place where I don't belong No father figure, no mother's love to hold me tight Just me against the world, trying to make things right But the pain and the hurt, it cuts like a knife I'm just a lost soul, searching for some light I see my friends with their families, laughing and playing While I'm out here in the streets, just praying For a better life, for a chance to break free From this cycle of despair that's been haunting me But I won't let my past define who I am I'll rise above the struggles, I'll show them I can Be a success story, a shining star in the dark I'll prove to the world that I have a lion's heart. orI grew up in a broken home, feeling all alone Mama working two jobs, daddy never home Trying to hold it together, but the struggle is real No one to turn to, no one to help me heal I saw things no child should see, felt things no child should feel But I kept my head up high, tried to keep it real I learned to survive in a world so cold Where love is scarce and hearts are sold I had to be strong, had to be tough But deep down inside, I never had enough Of the love and support that every child deserves I was just a kid, lost in the curves But I made it through, I made it out I found my voice, I found my clout Now I'm standing tall, I'm standing proud I'm a survivor, I say it loud or into poetry Spitting rhymes that reflected my reality I poured my heart out on every track I laid A voice for the voiceless, a rebel unafraid I may come from a broken home, but I refuse to be broken I'll keep pushing forward, my spirit unspoken I'll rise above the struggle, I'll break free from the chains And show the world that even from broken homes, greatness remains or
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Growing up in broken homes, feeling all alone No father figure, just a mother on her own Trying to make ends meet, struggling to survive Feeling like the odds are stacked against us, we strive Raised in poverty, surrounded by violence No room for innocence, just silence Watching my mama work herself to the bone Just to put food on the table, we were never shown The struggles we faced, the pain we endured But through it all, we remained strong and sure That one day we'd rise above the pain and strife and break free from the chains of our broken life Now I stand here, a testament to my past A survivor of the struggle, I made it last No longer defined by the broken homes of my youth I stand tall, a living proof of the truth That no matter where you come from or what you've been through You can rise above it all, and make a breakthrough So here's to all the broken homes and shattered dreams We may be scarred, but we're stronger than we seem. orGrowing up in broken homes, where the love was gone Mama working double shifts, just to bring the bread home Pops was a rolling stone left me broken om my own all alone , never there to guide me I had to fend for myself, learn to survive in this cold world behind me Streets raised me, taught me how to be a man But deep down inside, I knew I had a plan To rise above the struggle, to break free from the pain To show the world that I ain't just a product of my broken home's chain I took my pain and turned it to fuel to feed the fire at times tired tested and tried I grew up in broken homes, feeling all alone No love from the ones who were supposed to be my own Struggling just to survive, trying to make it on my own Feeling like I'm trapped in a place where I don't belong No father figure, no mother's love to hold me tight Just me against the world, trying to make things right But the pain and the hurt, it cuts like a knife I'm just a lost soul, searching for some light I see my friends with their families, laughing and playing While I'm out here in the streets, just praying For a better life, for a chance to break free From this cycle of despair that's been haunting me But I won't let my past define who I am I'll rise above the struggles, I'll show them I can Be a success story, a shining star in the dark I'll prove to the world that I have a lion's heart. orI grew up in a broken home, feeling all alone Mama working two jobs, daddy never home Trying to hold it together, but the struggle is real No one to turn to, no one to help me heal I saw things no child should see, felt things no child should feel But I kept my head up high, tried to keep it real I learned to survive in a world so cold Where love is scarce and hearts are sold I had to be strong, had to be tough But deep down inside, I never had enough Of the love and support that every child deserves I was just a kid, lost in the curves But I made it through, I made it out I found my voice, I found my clout Now I'm standing tall, I'm standing proud I'm a survivor, I say it loud or into poetry Spitting rhymes that reflected my reality I poured my heart out on every track I laid A voice for the voiceless, a rebel unafraid I may come from a broken home, but I refuse to be broken I'll keep pushing forward, my spirit unspoken I'll rise above the struggle, I'll break free from the chains And show the world that even from broken homes, greatness remains or
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