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Would you ride for the struggle, keep the hustle tight? Late nights in the booth, under low dim lights. Sacrifice the comfort, put the fears on ice, Chasing dreams relentless, yeah, I pay the price. Count my blessings daily, but I’m still in strife, Lost some brothers to the game, it’s a cold life. Ink on my skin, tell the stories I write, Echoes of the past, haunting me at night. In the shadows lurk, but I’m seeking the light, Every bar a testament, my future’s in sight. Grinding for the fam, they depend on my grind, Vision clear as day, ain't no way I’m blind. Would you do this for the love, or just for the hype? When the world turns cold, can you still ignite? In a world so dark, I’m the spark that ignites, Building from the bottom, yeah, I’m ready to fight.