Truth through the eyes, heart coded don’t quit
Cold to the ones that conceal the cold clip
Don’t slip — I spit venom, let breath get hit
Perspective rotate, time bend with a twist
I don’t give unless the return come cemented
Soul went dead, now the spirit resurrected
Talk slick? That’s weak talk, poorly invented
Won’t quit — every scarline fully embedded
Veins drip frost when the dial get reversed
Pain in the compound, every curse get dispersed
Clip get ripped while the conscience get searched
World split shift when the whole frame lurch
Venom in the vocal, cold stitch in the phrase
Mind drift sideways through a brick-smoke haze
Dead thoughts crawl where the lost ones graze
Chrome grip flash when the mist line fades
Truth through the eyes, let the fake all decay
Mask fall off when pressure won’t sway
Nightmares walk where the broken men pray
Still I carve light from a war-torn day
Back of the track where the black smoke swirl
Different world spin when the pressure unfurl
Eyes stay sharp while the motives unfurl
Goal line carved from the pain in the curl
Brimstone to gold — that’s flame I was given
Pain made armor, now the cold feel prison
Soul stitched tight like a war-born vision
Turned hell into verses that shift the decision
Trap-door vision, backroad stare
Boots hit frost in the knife-cut air
Newport smoke while the nine stay there
Hood scars deep but I wear that dare
Turned loss to language that echoes the street
Voice hit cracks where the real ones meet
They talk big until they feel that heat
Then fold quick when the pressure get steep
Gifted from pain — that venom’s a blessing
Stress on the chest but I keep progressing
Breadline lessons turned weapon addressing
Now every bar hit like fate undressing
Deep digits stuffed in the billfold crease
Cold nights taught me don’t ever sleep
Concrete pulse where the sirens weep
Lost souls drift where the dark runs deep
Bassline pound while the hammers still creep
Rust line world where the wolves don’t sleep
From dirt to quake when I step that leap
Truth through the eyes — every blink runs deep
How the good go bad over ego and trips
Trust turn poison from a couple of slips
Same ones close be the ones that flip
Smile in your face then they aim for your grip
Born in war games, I learned how it goes
Chains get snapped when the pressure impose
Tried to break me but I rose from lows
Like Conan in flame when the whole world froze
Trust get abused but I don’t fold in that phase
Blood on the field but I write through the haze
Death at the door but I still don’t cave
Sip to survival, last toast to the brave
I don’t break, I just bend through pain
Turned war into wisdom, then wrote my name
Every loss I took came back in flame
Truth through the eyes — I remain the same.
