They Call it 'JayBe'
Little kid in a house where the damn doors slam, Mama crying loud, daddy yelling again. Broken plates on the floor like a war zone scene, Young mind heavy but he still had dreams. Every night felt like a storm in the hall, Fights so loud make the damn walls talk. Kid in his room with a pen and a page, Turning all the pain into lines of rage. Life said “fall,” he said fuck that call**, Stacking every scar like a brick in a wall. Family chaos but the boy stayed brave, Trying to find light in the mess they made. Cold nights thinking “damn, I’m alone,” Dreams in his head but no peace at home. So he wrote every feeling, every tear he could see, Now the pain got a name — they call it JayBe. From a broken house where the damn fights be, Now the same dark past built JayBe. Struggle made fire, now the mic set free, Little boy from the storm… now the world hear JayBe.
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Little kid in a house where the damn doors slam, Mama crying loud, daddy yelling again. Broken plates on the floor like a war zone scene, Young mind heavy but he still had dreams. Every night felt like a storm in the hall, Fights so loud make the damn walls talk. Kid in his room with a pen and a page, Turning all the pain into lines of rage. Life said “fall,” he said fuck that call**, Stacking every scar like a brick in a wall. Family chaos but the boy stayed brave, Trying to find light in the mess they made. Cold nights thinking “damn, I’m alone,” Dreams in his head but no peace at home. So he wrote every feeling, every tear he could see, Now the pain got a name — they call it JayBe. From a broken house where the damn fights be, Now the same dark past built JayBe. Struggle made fire, now the mic set free, Little boy from the storm… now the world hear JayBe.
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