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.
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