I’m not a nobody
They tried to clip my wings, tell me tame my flame, But I spit my truth loud, they remember my name, Night after night, grind till the dawn, no shame, Stacking every lesson like a pillar to fame. Cold streets taught patience, warm hearts taught trust, Lost a few along the way, but I turned grief into dust, Haters keep talking, but I move with a thrust, Built an army of one, now my circle’s robust. Money and glitter can’t buy my soul’s fire, I’m chasing a legacy, not a moment’s desire, Every set-back a set-up, every fall takes me higher, Turn scars into scripts, let my life be the choir. See me in the studio, beats pounding my chest, Late nights, bright lights, I’m perfecting the quest, Voices in my head telling me “do your best,” I answer with bars that put limits to rest. No shortcuts taken, only long roads walked, Truth in my verses, no lies in my talk, Watch me plant seeds while they mock and they balk, Harvest coming soon — hear the city now talk. From silent beginnings to stages that roar, I’ll give every block reason to open its door, Promise to the youth: you don’t need to be poor, Just keep faith in your step — we’ll rise and restore. So when they say I’m nothing, I’ll show them I’m everything, Built from the ground up, with the rise that I bring, Lights on, mic live — let the chorus sing, I’m more than a moment, I’m the start of the spring.
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They tried to clip my wings, tell me tame my flame, But I spit my truth loud, they remember my name, Night after night, grind till the dawn, no shame, Stacking every lesson like a pillar to fame. Cold streets taught patience, warm hearts taught trust, Lost a few along the way, but I turned grief into dust, Haters keep talking, but I move with a thrust, Built an army of one, now my circle’s robust. Money and glitter can’t buy my soul’s fire, I’m chasing a legacy, not a moment’s desire, Every set-back a set-up, every fall takes me higher, Turn scars into scripts, let my life be the choir. See me in the studio, beats pounding my chest, Late nights, bright lights, I’m perfecting the quest, Voices in my head telling me “do your best,” I answer with bars that put limits to rest. No shortcuts taken, only long roads walked, Truth in my verses, no lies in my talk, Watch me plant seeds while they mock and they balk, Harvest coming soon — hear the city now talk. From silent beginnings to stages that roar, I’ll give every block reason to open its door, Promise to the youth: you don’t need to be poor, Just keep faith in your step — we’ll rise and restore. So when they say I’m nothing, I’ll show them I’m everything, Built from the ground up, with the rise that I bring, Lights on, mic live — let the chorus sing, I’m more than a moment, I’m the start of the spring.
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