From the dirt
From the Dirt [Intro – Spoken / Soft Beat Intro] Yeah… This one’s for the ones they overlook. Still here. Still writin'. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Came up from the dirt, no silver to show, Just hunger in my gut and a voice to grow. Used to write rhymes by a busted light, Now I shine truth when I touch the mic. They laughed at the dream, said I'd never be much, Now they quote every bar like a preacher’s touch. I ain’t here for the chains or the shallow praise, I'm here for the kid who ain’t seen no rays. [Hook] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 2] Every scar’s a story, every loss, a page, Every bar I spit got a warrior’s rage. Not tryna flex, just tryna be free, Let the pen bleed truth 'til there’s none left of me. [Hook – Repeat] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 3] Now they see the glow but not the grind, Didn’t see the nights I was losin' my mind. Didn’t see the bills, or the stomach tight, Just the man on stage with the words that bite. I made peace with the past, but I wear it still, Every verse I write is a test of will. I ain’t made it yet—nah, I’m still on the way, But I walk with a flame that won’t fade away. [Hook – Repeat] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 4] This one’s for the fam I lost to time, For the homies in chains, still trapped in grime. For the kid with a dream that they all dismiss, Keep goin'—your voice might spark the shift. [Bridge – Slowed Down, Reflective] I been low, I been bruised, I’ve been nothin’ but refused. Still I wrote, still I grew, Now I’m proof of what truth do. [Verse 5] They told me sit down, I stood up instead, Turned doubt into fuel, let it live in my head. Now I lace up bars like I’m preppin’ for war, Every rhyme I spit openin' locked doors. I don’t flex for the 'Gram or dance for likes, I just write for the ones who survive their nights. I just bleed on the beat, let the story breathe, From the pain I rose, now I plant these seeds. [Verse 6 – Final Verse, No Hook After] So remember my name when the lights go dim, I came from the cracks and I learned to win. Not by fame, not by luck or trend— But by speakin’ my truth with a broke ink pen. [Outro – Spoken / Fade Out] Yeah… Ink over diamonds. Pain into purpose. From the dirt… we grow.
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From the Dirt [Intro – Spoken / Soft Beat Intro] Yeah… This one’s for the ones they overlook. Still here. Still writin'. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Came up from the dirt, no silver to show, Just hunger in my gut and a voice to grow. Used to write rhymes by a busted light, Now I shine truth when I touch the mic. They laughed at the dream, said I'd never be much, Now they quote every bar like a preacher’s touch. I ain’t here for the chains or the shallow praise, I'm here for the kid who ain’t seen no rays. [Hook] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 2] Every scar’s a story, every loss, a page, Every bar I spit got a warrior’s rage. Not tryna flex, just tryna be free, Let the pen bleed truth 'til there’s none left of me. [Hook – Repeat] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 3] Now they see the glow but not the grind, Didn’t see the nights I was losin' my mind. Didn’t see the bills, or the stomach tight, Just the man on stage with the words that bite. I made peace with the past, but I wear it still, Every verse I write is a test of will. I ain’t made it yet—nah, I’m still on the way, But I walk with a flame that won’t fade away. [Hook – Repeat] This ain't for clout, it’s for legacy, For the ones who rise with no pedigree. From pain to power, that’s the recipe, I write real life—no fantasy. [Verse 4] This one’s for the fam I lost to time, For the homies in chains, still trapped in grime. For the kid with a dream that they all dismiss, Keep goin'—your voice might spark the shift. [Bridge – Slowed Down, Reflective] I been low, I been bruised, I’ve been nothin’ but refused. Still I wrote, still I grew, Now I’m proof of what truth do. [Verse 5] They told me sit down, I stood up instead, Turned doubt into fuel, let it live in my head. Now I lace up bars like I’m preppin’ for war, Every rhyme I spit openin' locked doors. I don’t flex for the 'Gram or dance for likes, I just write for the ones who survive their nights. I just bleed on the beat, let the story breathe, From the pain I rose, now I plant these seeds. [Verse 6 – Final Verse, No Hook After] So remember my name when the lights go dim, I came from the cracks and I learned to win. Not by fame, not by luck or trend— But by speakin’ my truth with a broke ink pen. [Outro – Spoken / Fade Out] Yeah… Ink over diamonds. Pain into purpose. From the dirt… we grow.
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