How I see

How I See I see the world through a cracked gold lens, Truth ain’t clean — it just don’t pretend. They say I’m harsh, I just call it straight, When you dodge your fate, I interrogate. Every loss, I learned; every win, I earned, My path ain’t luck, it’s a fire I burned. I don’t follow, I inspect the route, While they chase clout, I think and doubt. I don’t do trends — I dissect waves, While they ride hype, I’m diggin' graves. Bury lies, bury fear, dig up will, I’m allergic to fake, give me something real. Got scars, but I flex 'em like proof, Pain turned the echo into cold truth. They judge my silence, assume I'm cold, But I just don’t speak what can't be sold. Some chase peace, I dissect chaos, Looking for lessons that power payoffs. Say I’m too deep? Nah — y’all just shallow, I map pain like it’s carved in the marrow. I don’t fear being late — I fear being fake, So I take time when the stakes ain’t baked. I’m built for the weight, not the flash and dash, Rather carry real than chase quick cash. MVP — not just a stat, it’s survival, Turned field to warzone, breath to revival. Short fuse, but I lengthen my vision, I’m a storm with purpose, not just collision. I don’t hate, I observe, then I choose, You can’t win if you copy and refuse to lose. Dreams? I treat ’em like sacred code, And I don’t flinch when the world explodes. I’m not for everyone — I’m for the ones who stare at the ceiling And still see sky. I’m for the misread, the misfit, The overthinker with clarity in disguise. Because I don’t just live — I understand. And that’s what they can’t handle.