end of the line (rebellious finale)
(Verse 1) Yeah, I’m stepping back, shadows creeping in my mind, Used to chase the fame, now I’m leaving it behind, Thought I’d be the voice, but the echo’s getting faint, Lost in all the noise, now I’m feeling like a saint. Used to spit fire, now I’m drowning in the doubt, Every line I wrote felt like a scream, not a shout, Heart heavy in the booth, chains on my soul, This rap game’s a cage, and I’m losing control. (Verse 2) Used to dream in color, now it’s shades of gray, Thought I’d find my light, but it’s fading away, Fans turned to shadows, whispers in the dark, Once a shining star, now just a dying spark. Gave my all to the craft, but the passion’s gone cold, Trading bars for silence, I’m breaking the mold, I’m done with the hustle, the grind that never sleeps, Leaving Rap Fame behind, buried secrets it keeps.
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(Verse 1) Yeah, I’m stepping back, shadows creeping in my mind, Used to chase the fame, now I’m leaving it behind, Thought I’d be the voice, but the echo’s getting faint, Lost in all the noise, now I’m feeling like a saint. Used to spit fire, now I’m drowning in the doubt, Every line I wrote felt like a scream, not a shout, Heart heavy in the booth, chains on my soul, This rap game’s a cage, and I’m losing control. (Verse 2) Used to dream in color, now it’s shades of gray, Thought I’d find my light, but it’s fading away, Fans turned to shadows, whispers in the dark, Once a shining star, now just a dying spark. Gave my all to the craft, but the passion’s gone cold, Trading bars for silence, I’m breaking the mold, I’m done with the hustle, the grind that never sleeps, Leaving Rap Fame behind, buried secrets it keeps.