Weight of what I carry

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Mama told me, “Son, your heart gon’ get you killed one day,”

But I’ve been draggin’ love through mud like it’s a field I paved.

Had to raise myself while raisin’ hell that never chilled my rage,

Learned time don’t heal no wounds — it just teaches blood to fill the cage.

Bills hittin’ different when you’re tryna keep a purpose fed,

Tryna teach my lil’ ones dreams, but dreams don’t always purchase bread.

Life been throwin’ combos — I’m bobbin’ stress like a surgeon’s head,

Still standin’ tall… even though the world treat hope like it’s worthless lead.

Daddy wasn’t there — I learned absence is a sober teacher,

Taught me how to build a backbone from broken speaker ether.

Every night I prayed my flaws wouldn’t grow to be my only feature,

But pain was writin’ chapters long before I ever chose a preacher.

Tryna be a man when bein’ human feel like too much weight,

Smilin’ while I’m drownin’ — call it Photoshop for bruised-up fate.

Loyalty’s expensive — I done paid for what I proved too late,

Now trust is on a diet… and my circle lookin’ underweight.

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But somehow I keep walkin’ through the flames I fear,

Every scar on my soul like a souvenir.

If I break, don’t cry — just know I steered

Through storms that whispered, “You ain’t welcome here.”

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I been carryin’ weight that nobody else can see,

Tryna build a life out the pieces left of me.

Pain in my chest but it echo heavenly —

Still I rise, still I fight, that’s the Que in legacy.

I been climbin’ uphill with the world on my back,

Turned my trauma into skill, made the hurt my craft.

If the past come callin’, tell it I can’t go back —

I’m too busy turnin’ pressure into diamond tracks.

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Grew up fightin’ shadows — every loss became a quiet guide,

Had to teach myself that closure ain’t a door, it’s a goodbye inside.

People love to judge the storm but never ask what tied the tide,

Smile on my face but there’s thunder livin’ right behind.

I done lost love, lost friends, lost time I can’t reclaim,

Still I never lost my drive — pain been premium octane.

Had to stitch my heart together from the edges of my shame,

Now I bleed truth — every bar a scar with perfect aim.

My mind heavy — thoughts runnin’ suicides like practice drills,

Tryna dodge depression like it’s posted on my taxes still.

But I’m sturdy — learned to turn anxiety to action skills,

Now every burden that I shoulder got my back in steel.

They want the old me? Tell ‘em he ain’t comin’ back to visit,

He died tryna please the world… I pulled the plug on that statistic.

Now I talk my pain in cursive — every word is wrapped in physics,

‘Cause the weight I move with grace? Man, that’s spiritual logistics.

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Some nights I break but I bend back in rhythm,

Some truths hurt but I learned how to live ’em.

Some roads dark but I still had to hit ’em,

‘Cause the light I chase ain’t somethin’ you’re given.

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I been carryin’ weight that nobody else can see,

Tryna b