(Intro – spoken vibe)

This my life talk… not a story, but a heartbeat. (Verse 1) Clock tickin’, I’m grindin’ with my eyes half red, Data entry on the desk, but I dream far ahead, Courier work, small pay, still I stack my bread, Life heavy on the shoulders, but I ain’t dropped dead. Every morning same hustle, same cycle, same ride, Pedals pushin’ in the city, but my spirit don’t hide, Failures knock at the door, but I ain’t let ‘em inside, I’m still building from the ground, brick layered with pride. (Verse 2 ) Job pressure on my neck, family stress in my chest, Still I whisper to Krishna, He remind me I’m blessed, May stumble, may crumble, but I rise from the mess, No surrender in my blood, only truth I express. Eyes seein’ struggle but my vision too wide, They doubtin’ my climb, but I’m built to survive, I’m a spark in the dark, watch the flame come alive, Even fallin’ ain’t losin’, it’s the fuel to revive. Yeah, they don’t know what’s goin’ inside, Late nights, heavy mind, but I still don’t hide, Paper chasin’, soul savin’, balance collide, If the world shut the door, I just carve my stride. So I rap for my life, not for roem, not for shine, Every scar, every loss, gettin’ penned in a line, May fall'in hundred times, but the spirit’s divine, Long road, strong soul – yo, the future is mine.