Reflections of the past

In the mirror, see the struggle, every scar's a lesson, Life's a chess game, but I’m playing with aggression, Past shadows linger, whispering confessions, Counted all my blessings, turned pain into progression. Hustle hard in silence, let the grind do the talking, Streetlights flicker, while the city keeps on walking, Reflections in the glass, show the path that I’m carving, From the bottom to the top, every move is worth sparking. Dreams wrapped in gold chains, the vision's never blurry, Built a legacy on truth, no need to rush or hurry, Enemies turn friends when they see how I’m thriving, In this game of life, it’s the real ones surviving. So I toast to the nights, when the struggle felt heavy, With the weight of my past, now I’m light, I’m ready, Reflections of the man, who rose from the debris, In the mirror, see the future, that's the key to be free.