Verse 1]
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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[Pre-Chorus]
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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[Hook / Chorus]
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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[Verse 2]
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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[Bridge]
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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[Hook / Chorus — Repeat]
I been carryin’ weight that nobody else can see,
Tryna b