I stare at the ceiling, it blink back at me
Another day boxed in, another page empty
Another dream lost in the fumes of envy
Another friend caught a charge, call collect, heavy
They say “make it out,” like it’s simple, easy
When every street corner whisper “leave me, bleed me.”
I saw futures traded for a fix, no receipt
Saw mothers bury sons and collapse at their feet
How you smile when your brothеrs turn ghosts?
How you toast when your cousins overdose?
I scribblе on napkins ’cause paper costs most
Made songs outta trauma, made peace with the ghosts
In this city, you either prey, or you preyed on
And love ain’t enough when your heart’s gettin’ sprayed on
Talkin’ bout hope? That’s a rich man’s necklace
Down here, we gamble with death on credit
Broke promises thicker than blood
Father figures missin’ like shifts at the club
Had a mentor named Truth, but he overdosed
Left a note on the dresser sayin’ “dreams ain’t close.”
Used to ride the bus past billboards I hated
Models sellin’ joy, while my hood stayed faded
Chasin’ better days like a dog chasin’ pavement
Whole life feelin’ like a rigged arrangement
They hand us debt before diplomas
Bills before birthdays, trauma before diplomas
Cryin’ on the city bus, headphones blast
Tryna drown out the memories stackin’ fast
Every choice got a noose in the back
Every risk got a tombstone attached
I ain’t scared of death, I’m scared of the crawl
The slow decay, the rot, the daily fall
I walked through hell and didn’t even blister
Carved verses from pain, made songs from whispers
Shadows on my back, weight heavy like anchors
Dreams on my mind, but my soul got fractures
Told mama I’d make it, but I ain’t promise when
‘Cause this industry fake, it’s a shark with a grin
Signed my first deal, ripped the paper in half
Said I’d rather die broke than be their cash calf
Truth be told, I ain’t special, just stubborn
Too angry to quit, too scarred to function
I built myself outta ashes and dust
Trust was a currency I learned not to trust
Still, I lace up my shoes every morning with rage
Still punch demons straight off of my stage
Still pull broken dreams out the mud and the clay
Still fight for a sliver of unpromised days
Tired of funerals, tired of posts
Tired of candles, tired of ghosts
Tired of seein’ “RIP” like a stamp
Another light gone, another life cramp
Tired of sayin’ “Be safe” like a prayer
Like words could bulletproof the air
Tired of promises breakin’ like glass
Tired of futures burnin’ to ash
This world ain’t for us, it’s built to erase
Built to profit off the scars on our face
But still, I pen verses like swords in the dark
Still swingin’ at giants with stitches and heart
Still stand tall, even knees bucklin’
Still laugh loud, even fate chucklin’
I am the product of every “no,” every “never,”
Every closed door stitched me back together
Abyss talk to me like an old friend lately
Said, “Come sit down, let the blackness take thee.”
But I’m too damn petty, too damn stubborn
I spit in the dark, make the shadows stutterin’
Told the devil, “Not today, not tomorrow,”
Told fate, “You gonna watch me borrow this sorrow.”
Every loss a brick, every scar a nail
Built my throne in the middle of hell
Dancin’ on coals, smilin’ through flame
Swear the hurt just sharpened my aim
Still dream about houses with real front lawns
Still bleed verses when the night get long
Still love the ones that taught me hurt
Still carry ’em with me in every verse
Abyss still whisper, but I whisper back
“I’m the boy that ain’t built to crack.”
“I’m the boy that ain’t built to crack…”
“I’m the boy that ain’t built to crack…”
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