octave I'm a soldier

Life's a struggle, every step feels like a test, Heart heavy, but I rise through the mess, Echoes of the past, haunt me like a ghost, In the city where the dreams fade, I’m doin' the most. Got my eyes on the prize, but they blindfolded me, Enemies lurkin', but they can't control me, In the octaves of pain, I find my melody, Survivor's anthem, hear the streets' elegy. Lost brothers in the game, but their spirits still roam, In the concrete jungle, I carve out my throne, With every rhyme I spit, I’m breakin' the chains, Voices of the voiceless, I’m feelin' their pains. From the bottom to the top, I’m spittin' pure fire, Raw like the truth, ignitin' the desire, In the struggle, I’m a soldier, never backin' down, With the weight of the world, I still wear my crown.