Life Hits

In the hallways, echoes of laughter, they taunt and they tease, But I’m crafting my verses, finding strength in the breeze. Books in my backpack, but my mind’s in a trap, Spitting rhymes in the shadows, where I’m ready to snap. Heart racing, face pacing, but I’m holding my ground, Got a crush in the class, but I’m lost in the sound. She glances my way, but I’m drowning in fear, Words stuck in my throat like the bullies are near. Back at home, light the mic, let the truth ignite, Every bar that I spit, I’m reclaiming my fight. In the booth, I’m a king, with my head held high, While they throw stones, I’m just aiming for the sky. Life’s a puzzle, but I’m piecing it right, With each line I craft, I’m embracing my light. So I’ll rise from the ashes, let ‘em see who I am, The bullied, the dreamer, now a lyrical fam.