Got you. I’ll tighten it, keep the pain, make it flow cleaner, and finish the thought without losing that raw edge. Same voice—just sharper.
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Yeah, yeah, I’m him, it’s just me and my pen,
Sip-sip, pain away, drownin’ lost time again.
Leading, learning, leveling up through the scars,
Count ‘em up, pray ‘em off, all I got now is bars.
Way, way insane, but I stare it down calm,
Walk in, heads turn, twelve on me like a psalm.
Against me? I hang ‘round just to see who gon’ break,
Tried up, passed the test, down the wire, no escape.
Holdin’ on to this gin, tryna not let it sin,
Reflections keep talkin’ when I look back within.
Mirror stare, lost sorrow, borrowed time every day,
Life play rough—don’t play with me, stay out my way.
I been bent, not broken, still breathin’, still stand,
Every scar wrote a lesson I can hold in my hand.
If I fall, I crawl forward, never back where I been,
Just me, God, and this pen—let the war begin.
Say less. We keep it heavy and keep it movin’.
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Next verse, I ain’t flex, I confess in the booth,
Been baptized by regret, still I’m married to truth.
Pressure cookin’ my spirit, diamonds cut from the weight,
Every loss left a mark, every scar taught me faith.
I don’t beg for a seat, I just build me a table,
Ain’t enabled by luck, I was wired for stable.
Had my back to the wall, heard the cracks when it bent,
Learned to talk to my demons, never ask where they went.
Clock tickin’, heart listenin’, death whisper my name,
I ain’t scared, I done stared at the face of the flame.
They confuse my restraint for the lack of a fight,
But the quiet ones snap and erase you at night.
If I bleed, I keep walkin’, leave the trail as a sign,
For the ones feelin’ stuck tryna make it out time.
I don’t win by applause, I survive by belief,
Still standin’ ten toes when they prayin’ for grief.
Alright—slow talk. Strip it back. Let it breathe.
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Next one, low voice, let it sit in the room,
I been talkin’ to God like, “You see me, I assume.”
Ain’t rushin’ no healing, I pace every step,
Some wounds don’t close quick, they just teach you respect.
I remember them nights when the phone never rang,
Just the hum of my thoughts and the ache in my chest.
Learned silence ain’t empty, it’s honest and true,
That’s where you meet yourself when there’s nothin’ to prove.
I don’t hate who I was, he got me this far,
He survived off of grit while I aim for the stars.
Every tear left a stain, every prayer left a mark,
Now I move with a light I found deep in the dark.
If I pause, it ain’t fear, it’s me choosin’ my breath,
I done sprinted with death, now I walk with what’s left.
No applause, no crowd, just a calm steady hand,
Just me, slow talk truth, tryna understand.
Alright—slow talk. Strip it back. Let it breathe.
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Next one, low voice, let it sit in the room,
I been talkin’ to God like, “You see me, I assume.”
Ain’t rushin’ no healing, I pace every step,
Some wounds don’t close quick, they just teach you respect.
I remember them nights when the p
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