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(Verse 1) I’m readin’ these comments, they’re comin’ in like projectiles, Tryna pigeonhole the flow, analyze my aesthetic profile. They say, "He’s the new fly white guy," like it’s a gimmick or a trend, But melanin doesn’t dictate where the intellect ends or where the spirit begins. It’s pathetic how they measure the talent by the pigmentation, Ignores the actual vibration, the scars and the deep-seated frustration. It ain’t about the exterior, it’s about the interior damage, The weight of the baggage, the life that I’ve learned to manage. See, the lyrics aren’t written by the surface, they’re written by the furnace, The heat of the struggle, the hustle, the journey that I’m earnin’. I’m turnin’ the page on the age-old assumption, I’m breakin’ the junction, I’m functionin’ past the corruption. (Chorus) It’s life and the struggle, it’s the reality you’re livin’, It’s the grace in the wreckage and the lessons that you’re givin’. Music is the canvas for the soul that’s real and true, To the battles you’ve faced and the path you had to hew. We all got the skill if we possess the iron will, To tell the story clearly while the world stands still. (Verse 2) They want the gangland narrative, the shooting and the killin’, They want the drug-dealing thriller, the empty-headed villain. They want the glamour of the wealth that’s built on unhealthy minds, While they’re losing their life to the poison that the desperate find. They’re tradin’ a soul for a toll that’s too heavy to pay, I’d rather help ‘em find a reason to see the next day. They’d rather hang from a rope than cope with the scope of the pain, But I’m providing the shelter, I’m the sun in the rain. I won’t glorify the addiction, I won’t celebrate the fiction, My music is the medicine, the antidote to the friction. I’m reachin’ for the broken, the hopeless, the ones who are chokin’, My truth is the fire, and the path that I’ve spoken. (Verse 3) So check your prejudice at the door, leave the labels on the floor, This ain’t about the color of the skin, it’s about the core. I’m pourin’ out my spirit, every lyric is a testament, To the development of a man who’s refined by the temperament. I’m a student of the struggle, I’m a child of the fight, I’m the voice in the tunnel, the flash of the light. It’s about the values, the principles, the battles that you won, Not the money in the vault or the caliber of the gun. This is my story, my testimony, my way to heal, The only thing that matters is the way that you feel... When the beat stops, and the truth drops, and the silence rings loud, I’m standing in the truth, I don’t care about the crowd. (Outro) Yeah. No gimmicks. No color. Just the soul thats my goal