BUILT DIFFERENT

Heavy life, no warning, teeth grinding from the start

Every day felt scripted just to rip me apart

No cushion, no grace, no pause in the pain

Just weight on my spine and a storm in my brain

Broke with ambition, pissed off, no sleep

Heart full of static, demons don’t creep — they speak

They say “slow down” — I say “watch me accelerate”

Built different, stress-tested, I don’t fuckin’ hesitate

Hands been shaking but the grip stayed tight

I learned real strength in the dead of night

If suffering’s a teacher, I graduated scarred

Now I weaponise trauma and sharpen it hard

They mistook my silence for weakness and doubt

Didn’t know I was loading when I spaced the fuck out

I don’t fold, I don’t beg, I don’t ask for shit

Every loss made a blade — now I’m stacked with it

I WAS BEAT THE FUCK DOWN

BUT I ROSE IN THE FIRE

NO HELP, NO HAND

JUST HATE AND DESIRE

TRY TO BREAK ME AGAIN

I FUCKIN’ DARE YOU

I’M THE PRODUCT OF PAIN

AND I WEAR IT — I WEAR YOU

Anxiety pacing like a pitbull loose

Depression talking slick like “what’s the use?”

I told that voice shut the fuck up — move

Turned self-doubt into something I could use

I don’t chase comfort, that shit makes you soft

I chase pressure — that’s where legends are caught

Every setback felt personal, every win felt late

But I kept my head down and I carried the weight

No silver spoon, no fallback plan

Just discipline forged like a desperate man

If I rest, I rust — so I stay in motion

Every breath I take’s pure fuckin’ devotion

I’ve been dragged, doubted, laughed out the room

Still showed up early, left late, ate doom

Now they watch from the sidelines, asking “how?”

Same way I always did — I refused to bow

I WAS BEAT THE FUCK DOWN

BUT I ROSE FROM HELL

EVERY CUT, EVERY LOSS

YEAH I KNOW ‘EM WELL

NO APOLOGIES

NO SAFE GROUND

I BUILT THIS SHIT

FROM BEING PINNED THE FUCK DOWN

There were nights I questioned if I’d wake up sane

If the grind was worth the permanent strain

But quitting felt worse than the damage I took

So I stayed in the fight — yeah I stayed in the hook

I don’t flex perfection, I flex endurance

Still standing here is the fuckin’ assurance

That pain didn’t win, didn’t take my name

Didn’t kill the hunger, didn’t dull the flame

I’ve lost friends, time, parts of myself

But I gained something heavier — trust in my hell

If life wants war, I’m already dressed

Battle-ready mind with a concrete chest

FUCK YOUR COMFORT

FUCK YOUR LIES

I DIDN’T SURVIVE

JUST TO FUCKIN’ HIDE

YOU TRIED TO BURY ME

YOU FED ME POWER

NOW I’M LOUDER

STRONGER

HARDER

I WAS BEAT THE FUCK DOWN

BUT I ROSE FROM IT

EVERY SCAR, EVERY HIT

I COMPOSED FROM IT

NO HANDOUTS

NO PEACE OF MIND

JUST A BROKEN MAN

WITH A WAR-READY SPINE

Still here.

Still pissed.

Still breathing through it.

Try again.