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I wake up with the weight of the world on my spine,

Pen bleed ink, every verse is a crime,

Mind on the grind, yeah I’m searching for signs,

Turn pain into power, now I’m merging the lines.

Pressure cook diamonds, I been forged in the flame,

From the mud to the mic, put respect on the name,

They was talkin’ real loud but they duckin’ the rain,

I was sharpenin’ swords while they stuck in a lane.

Heart full of scars but the vision is clear,

Every loss made a boss, every tear was a gear,

I don’t fold, I don’t break when the system is near,

I just load up the truth and I’m shifting the fear.

I been runnin’ from limits, now I sprint through the doubt,

Every shadow I face try to snitch me out,

But I talk to the silence when the lights go out,

Turn a whisper to a roar, make the mic tap out.

They chase clout, I chase balance and bars,

Write scriptures in syllables, planets and stars,

From the streets to the scars to the battles we spar,

I’m a spark in the dark with a candle of bars.

No cap in my raps, only facts when I speak,

Every verse gettin’ stronger like the back of a beast,

I don’t bark, I don’t brag, I just act and I eat,

Stay hungry, stay humble, put the flame to the beat.

I’m the storm when it’s calm, I’m the calm in the war,

Every door that was closed got a crack in the floor,

I don’t ask for a chance, I create it and more,

Kick destiny’s teeth, leave a dent in the score.

So remember the name when the echo repeat,

Every step that I take got a rhythm to beat,

I ain’t here for the moment, I’m forever elite,

Write my soul in the rhyme till my legacy breathe.