Midnight scars
I kept runnin’ through the rain, didn’t know why, Holdin’ to the fire, never let it die. I was searchin’ for the light in the midnight scars, Turnin’ pain into power, now I’m reachin’ for stars.” (Ohhh oh oh… Now I’m reachin’ for stars…) ⸻ [Verse 2 – Rap: The Grind (Early Music Hustle)] I spit at open mics, didn’t get no applause, But I knew my truth would rewrite their laws. Made beats on a phone, dropped verses for free, Fed the hunger in my soul with a tight sixteen. Cops roll past, still harassin’ the block, Meanwhile, I’m stackin’ bars like I’m breakin’ the lock. They told me, “Give it up, kid, go get a real life,” But my words had a pulse, my dreams had a knife. Cut through the noise, built a name in the storm, From the echo of pain, a new artist was born. No cosigns, just belief and grind, Now the stage got my name where the street once signed. [Verse 3 – Rap: Reflection & Legacy] Now my name’s on the wall where my heroes stood, But I never forgot what it means to be good. Gave back to the block, built a studio there, Put hope in the booth, let ‘em breathe that air. Told the kids, “You ain’t broken, you just bent by the world, But your voice got weight, let your truth be unfurled.” Now the same old streets where I feared the dark, Got beats bumpin’ loud, and they’re callin’ it art. You can cage a body, but you can’t cage a mind. Every verse I wrote was a step out of time. This ain’t just a song—it’s a path I carved, From the coldest nights… to the highest stars.
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I kept runnin’ through the rain, didn’t know why, Holdin’ to the fire, never let it die. I was searchin’ for the light in the midnight scars, Turnin’ pain into power, now I’m reachin’ for stars.” (Ohhh oh oh… Now I’m reachin’ for stars…) ⸻ [Verse 2 – Rap: The Grind (Early Music Hustle)] I spit at open mics, didn’t get no applause, But I knew my truth would rewrite their laws. Made beats on a phone, dropped verses for free, Fed the hunger in my soul with a tight sixteen. Cops roll past, still harassin’ the block, Meanwhile, I’m stackin’ bars like I’m breakin’ the lock. They told me, “Give it up, kid, go get a real life,” But my words had a pulse, my dreams had a knife. Cut through the noise, built a name in the storm, From the echo of pain, a new artist was born. No cosigns, just belief and grind, Now the stage got my name where the street once signed. [Verse 3 – Rap: Reflection & Legacy] Now my name’s on the wall where my heroes stood, But I never forgot what it means to be good. Gave back to the block, built a studio there, Put hope in the booth, let ‘em breathe that air. Told the kids, “You ain’t broken, you just bent by the world, But your voice got weight, let your truth be unfurled.” Now the same old streets where I feared the dark, Got beats bumpin’ loud, and they’re callin’ it art. You can cage a body, but you can’t cage a mind. Every verse I wrote was a step out of time. This ain’t just a song—it’s a path I carved, From the coldest nights… to the highest stars.
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