Tied Up (Refuge in Rhymes) Final version

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--- Título: “Tied Up (Refuge in Rhymes)” (Verse 1) Yeah, I met him back when the crew was tight, He was cool at times, even showed me light. We’d laugh, we’d vibe, man, it felt alright, But he flipped like night — turned wrong from right. Sweet on the surface, rotten at the core, Said he was loyal, but kept settling scores. Some days, he’d lift me, show he cared, Other days, he’d cut me down like I was never there. I kept holdin' on, like maybe he’d change, But the more I stayed, the more it felt strange. He’d twist my words, turn people against, Then smile in my face like it made any sense. (Verse 2) There was that one dude, tall like a tree, His puppet friend, never set me free. Came through once, grabbed my throat, I choked in fear — they laughed like jokes. And still I stayed, tryin’ to find the good, But the bad outweighed all the times he stood. Then he ditched me once, left me in the dust, Chose a new group like breaking my trust. Said, “You’re too much,” and walked away, And I sat in silence with nothing to say. (Chorus) I was tied up, caught in his game, Held by the guilt, controlled by shame. Even when he smiled, it was poison laced, And I kept that pain buried in a quiet place. So I found refuge, headphones tight, Played Eminem deep in the middle of night. He spit my story, he screamed my fight, So I rapped my truth just to feel alright. (Verse 3) Man, he blocked me once just 'cause I said "down", Not as hate — just a word tossed around. But he used it like a knife, cut me off clean, Left me solo, drowning, unseen. No convo, no mercy, just a wall in my face, And I questioned myself, like I lost my place. He was good sometimes, yeah, that’s real, But a good man don’t make you kneel. He owned the room, controlled the space, And I was just trying to keep my grace. His other friend? Just a shadow, a tool, Did whatever he said like a puppet in school. (Bridge) So I leaned on Slim, Marshall in my soul, Found strength in the tracks when I lost control. He knew pain, knew fake friends too, So his bars became my truth, my glue. This ain’t hate, this is breaking free, From a chain-wrapped past that was killing me. Now I spit what I lived, let the rhythm tell, 'Cause silence was a prison, and this beat’s my yell. (Outro) Let 'em say what they want, let 'em play their roles, I’m done being broken just to keep them whole. If I walk alone, I’ll walk with pride, ‘Cause I found my voice, no more need to hide. I’m done being tied, I’m done being small, This is me standing — no fear at all. ---

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