Unfiltered Roads
I’m walking through the fire, raising sons in the rain, Custody battles heavy, feeling all the quiet pain, Marriage on the edge, but still I’m standing strong, Writing bars for my family, gotta right what’s wrong, Lost in government webs, caught in the system’s lies, Fighting off the darkness where my mental health hides, Music’s my escape, therapy in every line, Turning struggle to hustle, making broken souls shine, Rhymes like lifelines, every syllable a breath, Pushed through silent nights, wrestling doubts that felt like death, My son’s smile the reason I keep breakin through, Even when the world’s cold, I’m loyal, tried, and true, The industry’s twisted game, with sharks circling the scene, But, I spit truth against the flow, staying fresh, staying clean, From Oregon’s quiet streets to stages filled with lights, My story’s in the struggle, every bar’s a new fight, So, I lace my kicks tight, let the words come alive, For my wife and my sons, for my dreams to survive, This is more than rap, it’s life in fast forward mode, A warrior’s saga told on this raw, unfiltered road, Sleepless nights, bloodshot eyes, scribbling in my pad, Relivin every fight, the good, the bad, the sad, I paint pictures with my voice, a cinematic flow, Reppin all the hearts that don’t have a place to go, Pressure building up, but I’m never gonna crack, Spitting wisdom from the trenches, never looking back, Every lyric’s a confession, every rhyme’s a punch, Breakin down the walls, breaking out of my hunch, I’ve been counted out before, but I rise every time, Turning pain into fuel, spitting out the grime, My family’s my backbone, my reason and my fight, Every struggle, every tear shaping who I write, The world’s a cold place, but I bring the heat, From quiet Oregon nights to the roar of the street, Life’s chapters flipping, but I’m writing the plot, A king without a crown, but I’m givin all I got, So, here’s to the fighters, the broken and the strong, The ones who keep moving when the night’s too long, For my sons, for my wife, for love, for every chance to be free, I’m chasing down my destiny, just wait and see.
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I’m walking through the fire, raising sons in the rain, Custody battles heavy, feeling all the quiet pain, Marriage on the edge, but still I’m standing strong, Writing bars for my family, gotta right what’s wrong, Lost in government webs, caught in the system’s lies, Fighting off the darkness where my mental health hides, Music’s my escape, therapy in every line, Turning struggle to hustle, making broken souls shine, Rhymes like lifelines, every syllable a breath, Pushed through silent nights, wrestling doubts that felt like death, My son’s smile the reason I keep breakin through, Even when the world’s cold, I’m loyal, tried, and true, The industry’s twisted game, with sharks circling the scene, But, I spit truth against the flow, staying fresh, staying clean, From Oregon’s quiet streets to stages filled with lights, My story’s in the struggle, every bar’s a new fight, So, I lace my kicks tight, let the words come alive, For my wife and my sons, for my dreams to survive, This is more than rap, it’s life in fast forward mode, A warrior’s saga told on this raw, unfiltered road, Sleepless nights, bloodshot eyes, scribbling in my pad, Relivin every fight, the good, the bad, the sad, I paint pictures with my voice, a cinematic flow, Reppin all the hearts that don’t have a place to go, Pressure building up, but I’m never gonna crack, Spitting wisdom from the trenches, never looking back, Every lyric’s a confession, every rhyme’s a punch, Breakin down the walls, breaking out of my hunch, I’ve been counted out before, but I rise every time, Turning pain into fuel, spitting out the grime, My family’s my backbone, my reason and my fight, Every struggle, every tear shaping who I write, The world’s a cold place, but I bring the heat, From quiet Oregon nights to the roar of the street, Life’s chapters flipping, but I’m writing the plot, A king without a crown, but I’m givin all I got, So, here’s to the fighters, the broken and the strong, The ones who keep moving when the night’s too long, For my sons, for my wife, for love, for every chance to be free, I’m chasing down my destiny, just wait and see.