I’m in the shadows, where the makeshift bleed, Hustlin’ hard, yeah, I’m planting that seed, Life’s a gamble, roll the di

I’m in the shadows, where the makeshift bleed, Hustlin’ hard, yeah, I’m planting that seed, Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, take a chance, Survival of the fittest, ain't no second glance. Street lights flicker, got my mind on the grind, Lost a couple homies, but I’m still on the climb, Heart cold as ice, but I’m warm with the flow, Countin’ all my blessings while I’m dodgin’ the lows. Pain in my veins, yeah, it fuels my desire, Came from the bottom, now I’m reachin’ higher, Trust is a luxury, keep my circle tight, In the city of wolves, gotta fight for the light. Every scar I wear tells a story untold, A warrior’s heart, I’m never doin’ what I’m told, Makeshift bleed, but I’m built to last, In this life of a savage, I’m the future, not the past. or Time on my hands but it’s watchin’ me back, Clockin’ my moves while I move through the cracks, Second hand shame, yeah it circle my past, Minute I face it, the hourglass shatters to glass. I bury the hatchet but dig it for wordplay, Cut from the dirt, now the soil got dirt on my surname, Roots in the pain, branches reach for the skyline, Family tree twisted—every leaf got a flatline. I speak in reverse just to say it forward, Future so tense but my past been ignored, Present a gift but it came with a curse, So I wrap all my trauma and ship it in verse. I’m eye for an eye but I still see the bigger, Picture me blind but I draw it more vivid, Vision so dark I been paintin’ with absence, Black out the canvas—now that’s what I call a caption. Flow so illegal it’s servin’ a sentence, Bars got bars, that’s a lyrical entrance, Breakin’ and enterin’ minds with a metaphor crowbar, Thoughts get robbed every time that I go hard. I’m on a roll but it feel like a casket, Bread of the dead, I been bakin’ in ashes, Knead all my pain, now it rise to the surface, Loaf of my life got it sliced with a purpose. Six feet deep but I still stand tall, Grave mistakes but I answer the call, Fallin’ apart but I piece it together, Puzzle of pressure—apply it, I weather. No ceiling—I’m raisin’ the roof from below, Floorin’ the gas while I’m stuck in a hole, Up in the air but I’m down to earth, Lift off the pain just to land in the hurt.