Locked in the trap, where the shadows creep

Locked in the trap, where the shadows creep, Dreams in the dark, but the hustle runs deep. Counting my blessings while I'm dodging the fate, Chain on my wrist, but my mind's in a state. Prayers on the corner, hear the sirens wail, Hope like a whisper in a cold, dark jail. Fighting my demons, I'm a soldier for real, Every scar on my soul, it's the pain that I feel. Vision of freedom, yeah, I'm breaking the mold, Stories of struggle, man, they're worth more than gold. Climbing from the bottom, got my eyes on the prize, Turned my losses to lessons, now I'm ready to rise.