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Yo, I grew up in the struggle, where the streets taught me lessons, Got my first taste of life through the beats and the sessions, Ice Cube vibes, man, I’m spitting with aggression, From the block where the hustle is a daily obsession. Saw my homies fall, yeah, the pain's a reflection, Survival of the fittest, no time for second-guessing, Grew up on the corner, dreams turned to confessions, Now I’m breaking chains, breaking free from oppression. Late nights in the lab, pen and pad, I'm confessing, Rhymes sharp like a blade, cuttin' deep, no discretion, Turn the volume up, let the truth be the weapon, Living for the moment, no regrets in my session. From the concrete jungle, where the real ones be flexing, Crafted my own path, now I'm leading the procession, With the heart of a lion, fueled by my obsession, Rising from the ashes, yeah, I'm making my impression. or