LITTLE (ME)

Verse 1) Pick up the pen, let the ink bleed truth, Crafting my story, every line's the proof. In a world so cold, gotta warm it with the vibe, Words like fire, igniting the tribe. Thoughts on the page, let 'em dance in the light, Every struggle I faced, turning wrongs into rights. Lost in the hustle, but I’m finding my way, With every stroke, I’m painting brighter days. (Verse 2) Dreams in my mind, they be heavy like lead, But I rise from the ashes, keep my heart in the thread. Life’s a canvas, and I’m the artist at play, With every verse I drop, I’m carving out my stay. So I pick up the pen, let the magic unfold, Stories untold, in the lines I uphold. From the gutter to glory, I’m chasing the light, With every word I write, I’m ready for the fight.