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I was born in the flames, mama’s tears my first lullaby,* *Concrete cradle, crack vials sparkin' like fireflies.* *Dad’s ghost in the wind, left a shadow for my silhouette,* *So I carved my own path—blood, sweat, and cigarettes.* *School of hard knocks, graduation was a jail cell,* *Learned algebra from corners—*count cash, subtract the felons.* *Nightmares sold by the gram, dreams wrapped in foil,* *But I scribbled rhymes in the dark, my pen the only oil.* *They said, ‘Pick a lane,’ I built highways in the sky,* *Turned trauma to trophies, scars into a tie-dye.* *Soldier of the struggle, my armor’s made of grit,* *Every punchline’s a bullet, every bar’s a crucifix.* *I’m the phoenix of the gutter, ashin’ into gold,* *Storyteller with a pistol, aimin’ at the throne.* *This ain’t rap—it’s hieroglyphics, my pain’s the ink,* *So when I spit, the pyramids tremble, feel the ground sink."* wear a crown of thorns, but it glitters like a diadem,* *King of the cursed, I turn curses into anthems.* *From the mud to the clouds, I’m rewritin’ the algorithm,* *They tried to bury my name—now it’s carved in the prism.* *Every wound’s a lesson, every loss a hymn,* *I’m the ghost in the system, breakin’ out the prison.* *Crown of thorns, but I’m sittin’ at the summit,* *Pray for my downfall? Nah—*I’m the comet."* "They want the crown? Let ’em feel the weight of the spikes,* *I’m Michael with the pen, thriller lyrics overnight.* *Ain’t no fairy tales here—just wolves and appetite,* *I write my obituary daily, just to get the hype.* *Sippin’ venom like it’s Cabernet, laughin’ at the reaper,* *Life’s a slot machine, but I rigged it with a cheat code.* *Seen heaven in the trap house, hell in the church pews,* *Preachers pocketin’ the plate, while my people eat screws.* *So I sermonize through speakers, convert pain to power,* *Turn a hunger strike into a seven-course hour.* *My flow’s a hurricane, calm in the eye,* *You want war? I’m the quiet before the battle cry.* *Legacy’s a tattoo—ink deeper than veins,* *They’ll dig up my verses long after the casket’s stained.* *I’m the truth they deleted, the seed that they burned,* *But roots grow in darkness—*watch the empire return."* They ask me, ‘Why the thorns?’ I say, ‘Why the lies?’* *Roses need rain, but legends need skies.* *I’m the crack in the Liberty Bell, the scream in the quiet,* *The kid who traded his lunch money for a mic.* *Thorns ain’t for show—they’re the price of the climb,* *Every prick’s a reminder: ‘This kingdom is mine.’* *So when the crown gets heavy, I just straighten my spine,* *‘Cause diamonds ain’t flawless—they’re coal under time."* So let the skeptics stack their coffins, I’ll stack my rhymes,* *Turn graveyards into gardens, one verse at a time.* *Crown of thorns? Nah—*call it armor divine,* *I’m Moses in the booth, partin’ seas with a line.* *When the curtain drops, and the last stage light dims,* *They’ll etch my name where the sun and moon synced.* *‘Cause thorns fade, but the throne stays infinite,* *And I’ll rap till the stars forget how to glint."*