I too dream

I’m sorry for what you’ve seen Fore I was created to be More then just a gleam A shining light that beams That inspires dream Grow from low to high esteem’s Groomed and bloomed racemes So I shout as I sprout to new seams No more shall I cling to old teams To the world a pearl I now bring I’m sorry for what you’ve seen, but this pain was the seed, Now I blossom with purpose, not just some gleam. I’m a diamond out the alley, a torch from the fiends, A beam that split the block like God cracked the seams. From project benches to ascension themes, Turned low esteem to gold regimes. Used to sling hope in capsules and dreams, Now I scream scriptures through infrared beams. No more old teams—I broke out the scheme, Like Moses with the staff, partin’ streams. Groomed by the dirt, I bloomed through extremes, The concrete raised me, now I reign supreme. To the world I bring pearls, no oysters, Just pain turned poems, my voice scorches. A prodigy forged from unfortunate choices, Now I spit truth loud as courtroom voices. I was crafted in chaos, baptized in gun smoke, Where the OGs taught scriptures that the slums wrote. Now every quote’s a coat for the cold-blooded, Used to run with wolves, now I lead the pack rugged. I’m the echo of sirens, the pulse of a raid, A voice from the cell that never caved or obeyed. My page made of rage, my story engraved— On the stoop where lil’ homies still misbehave. I came from where hope was chalk outlines, Now my rhymes walk on landmines with divine lines. I spit shine from a place where they clip dimes, Then flip time like calendars in zip ties. No gimmick, I’m realer than a dried-up teardrop, Still hear pops from corners they fear cops. My glow ain’t glitter, it’s grind in my veins, I was chained to the pain—now I’m diamond remains. I scream from the seams of my stitched-up soul, From the bottom of a pot that forgot it could glow. So now I throw pearls like they fragments of war, Cause I was built in the gutter to roar and restore. Hook Idea (if you want one next): “From the trap to the throne, I was born in the flame, Now I beam through the blocks, they gon’ honor the name…” I ain’t just rap—I’m a doctrine in disguise, Hood scriptures inked in blood under city skies. Seen real ones fold, fake ones rise, But I studied pain—now I teach with wise eyes. I was molded where fiends taught finance, Where a glance get you lined up like a crime dance. So I learned how to move like water through cracks, Now I’m floodin’ every verse like the levees collapsed. I’m the whisper in the trap when the plans get plotted, The voice in the cell sayin’ “stay solid.” The code ain’t written—it’s felt in the scars, Where the gavel hit hard, and it silence your bars. I talk that real—ain’t no gimmick or glamour, This the hunger that grew from a steel door slammer. From a sandwich bag hustle to a business plan, I flipped grams to brands—now I’m that man. So tell ‘em: I ain’t change—I just changed the route, Same heart, same war, just a different bout. If the crown ain’t earned, then it don’t mean a thing— I’m from where kings get laid out for lesser bling. And I still beam—like a streetlight over pain, Still scream for the youth stuck deep in the game. Cause I was created not just to gleam, But to break chains, build lanes, and redeem the dream.