(Verse 1) When I started rhyming, I was lost in the streets, Ink on my paper, heart pounding to the beats, Life was a st
(Verse 1) When I started rhyming, I was lost in the streets, Ink on my paper, heart pounding to the beats, Life was a struggle, but I found my release, Words like a weapon, they brought me some peace. Dreams of a throne, but the grind was relentless, Hustlin’ through the pain, yeah, the struggle was senseless, From the block to the booth, I crafted my essence, Pouring out my soul, every line a confession. (Verse 2) Saw my homies fall, but I rose from the ashes, Turned my tears to fire, now my passion clashes, With the doubt and the hate, I’m breaking the chains, Spitting truth in the booth, got the world in my veins. Every verse I spit, it’s a piece of my heart, From the dark to the light, man, I’m playing my part, Legacy in the making, yeah, I’m leaving my mark, When I started rhyming, it ignited the spark.
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(Verse 1) When I started rhyming, I was lost in the streets, Ink on my paper, heart pounding to the beats, Life was a struggle, but I found my release, Words like a weapon, they brought me some peace. Dreams of a throne, but the grind was relentless, Hustlin’ through the pain, yeah, the struggle was senseless, From the block to the booth, I crafted my essence, Pouring out my soul, every line a confession. (Verse 2) Saw my homies fall, but I rose from the ashes, Turned my tears to fire, now my passion clashes, With the doubt and the hate, I’m breaking the chains, Spitting truth in the booth, got the world in my veins. Every verse I spit, it’s a piece of my heart, From the dark to the light, man, I’m playing my part, Legacy in the making, yeah, I’m leaving my mark, When I started rhyming, it ignited the spark.