Verse 1
I see the fear in his face, sitting in a prison cell,
Looking at me with eyes vacant, where a thousand stories dwell.
Nothing but the thought of caving in, letting memories reign,
Watching every ounce of hope disappear, slipping down the drain.
One beat, two beat, three beat, prisoner down,
Head on the ground while the sirens shake the town.
Concrete conversations, steel doors singing cold,
Every scar I carry feels a hundred years old.
Banksy goes through torture every time he tries to sleep,
PTSD’s the horror that’ll make the fearless creep.
Night sweats, flashbacks, heart racing in the dark,
Trying to outrun ghosts that already know my heart.
Anxiety’s a prison with invisible bars,
Depression paints a blackout over all the brightest stars.
Smile in the daylight, breaking after dusk,
Living every morning off determination and trust.
Hook
I’ve been carrying mountains that nobody could see,
Every battle left another chain wrapped around me.
Still I’m standing, even when I’m shattered underneath,
Turning every broken promise into fuel I breathe.
If pain built kings, I’d be wearing every crown,
Still climbing to the surface every time I nearly drown.
Verse 2
Thirteen years inside these walls changed the man I know,
Every code, every riot left another crack below.
I’ve watched hope disappear through reinforced glass,
Watched seconds feel like decades while the nightmares pass.
The radio keeps calling, another incident,
Another family wondering where their loved one went.
I lost pieces of myself trying to save everyone else,
Ignored my own mind while destroying my own health.
Every sleepless night became another unpaid debt,
Every “I’m alright” another carefully placed threat.
The weight of yesterday keeps living in my spine,
Like every ticking second’s trying to steal what’s left of mine.
Still I rise with scars stitched deep into my soul,
Still chasing something bigger than the darkness I control.
I won’t let the demons write the ending to my page,
I’ll turn every ounce of suffering into fire on the stage.
Bridge
The mirror knows the man behind the guarded eyes,
The one that hides the storms beneath the practiced lies.
I’ve buried tears where nobody could ever see,
But every lyric’s another piece of setting me free.
Final Hook
One beat. Two beat. Three beat. Stand again.
Every broken chapter made the man I am.
The darkness knows my name, but it won’t decide my fate,
I’m still breathing through the pressure, I refuse to break.
Every scar’s a sentence, every wound’s a page,
Now I turn my pain into a voice they can’t cage.
