Verse 1
Raised where the sirens sang lullabies at night,
Hallways full of fear, every door locked tight.
Mama in the kitchen, tears hit the floor,
Daddy’s fists spoke louder than his words ever could before.
Learned to stay quiet, learned to stay cold,
Pain in my chest but my face stayed bold.
School kept calling, but no one came through,
So the streets raised a kid they never really knew.
First knife I saw wasn’t fiction or a show,
First friend I lost, blue lights moving slow.
Nightmares wide awake, screaming in my head,
Smiling through the trauma, pretending I wasn’t dead.
Hook
Came from the hardest streets, yeah I paid my dues,
Mind full of scars, got nothing to lose.
Psychological wounds, physical too,
But I changed my lane, now I’m choosing the truth.
Verse 2
Teenage rage, fists wrapped in regret,
Every fight was a cry I never said yet.
PTSD breathing down my spine,
Demons in my head, tryna take what’s mine.
Home was broken, love never stayed,
I was a kid in a war that my bloodline made.
Self-medication just to numb the fear,
Charges on my name, system watching me clear.
Stared in the mirror, saw pain in my eyes,
Not the man I was born as, just a product of lies.
Either die in this cycle or rewrite the plan,
That night in the darkness, I decided who I am.
Hook
Came from the hardest streets, yeah I paid my dues,
Mind full of scars, got nothing to lose.
Psychological wounds, physical too,
But I changed my lane, now I’m choosing the truth.
Verse 3
First step was help, but pride said “nah”,
Thought strength was silence, turns out I was wrong.
Late-night sessions, tears on the floor,
Facing every demon I was running from before.
Cut off the leeches, switched goals and crews,
Real power’s saying no when you got something to prove.
Legal money now, building something real,
Still fighting my mind but my future’s sealed.
Scars still whisper, yeah they call my name,
But I grip the wheel now, I’m driving the pain.
If you hear this track and you feel that void,
I was lost like you — now I’m standing destroyed but rebuilt.
Outro
This ain’t a fairytale, this is survival code,
From chaos to clarity, from carrying loads.
I wear my scars proud, they don’t own my soul,
I walked through hell — now I’m in control.
