**(Intro)**
Yo, mic check, one-two... is anyone even listening? Just *one* minute, please!
See, I gotta be loud, gotta be seen, gotta make sure there's no ease.
'Cause if I'm not the biggest, the baddest, the one they all talk about,
Then I'm just invisible, another shadow, completely out.
**(Verse 1)**
See that "fresh meat" just landed? Yeah, the one still lookin' so utterly untouched,
Like life ain't hit him hard yet, like he's never really been crutched.
Heard he's got those pristine kicks, probably thinks he's gonna glide right through this scene,
Bet I could *refine* his step, show him the ugly truth, the harsh, real routine.
'Cause someone's gotta do it, right? Someone's gotta show him how rough it gets.
See that locker he's been guarding? So immaculate, so perfect, none of my past regrets.
It's just too easy for some, living unbothered; I've gotta prove I can break that much, 'cause I was broken, too.
Gotta make my mark, gotta prove my worth, gotta show what I can do.
**(Verse 2)**
Gonna "creatively enhance" its aesthetic, prove that "hopes" are just a charming futility.
'Cause if I can't build something real, at least I can control this stark reality.
Lunch money looking *suspiciously* plump, a financial opportunity, how does that make you feel?
When I never had enough, when every dollar was a struggle, that's what's real.
It's "philanthropic redistribution," a harsh lesson in who's strong and who's weak.
I'm just taking my share, what I felt was owed, for all the times I didn't speak.
Don't like that aggressively "pure" expression, or the audacious way he *attempts* to simply exist, unscarred.
Makes me remember what I lost, what was broken, what felt hard.
**(Verse 3)**
Must provide a "gentle corrective measure," a subtle demonstration of who truly persists,
Who's faced the darkness head-on, who knows what it means when life insists.
Heard he's harboring a tiny indiscretion, oh, the *irresistible*, delectable truth,
A prime opportunity for a "benevolent public disclosure," for the benefit of youth... and my own desperate proof.
This ain't *just* pointless aggression, you misunderstand; this is *bespoke developmental pedagogy*, you see?
It's the only way I know how to teach, the only way I learned to *be*.
**(Bridge)**
I'm just prepping these little ducklings for the real harsh waves, trying to get 'em ready for the fray.
'Cause nobody prepped *me*, nobody showed *me* a better way.
Life's a cutthroat business, and I'm just showing them the scars, the rules of survival I had to learn alone.
I'm the *necessary friction*, the catalyst for growth, the only true strength I've ever known.
Yeah, I'm forging diamonds from coal, because someone had to forge m
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