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They tried to bury me deep, like I’d never be found,

But I rose from the cracks in the cold, hard ground.

I was born in the fire, I was shaped by the pain,

Now I walk through the storm and I dance in the rain.

I got no invitation, I kicked down the door,

With my soul as a weapon, I’m ready for war.

Every word that I spit is a spark in the dark,

Every verse that I write leaves a permanent mark.

I don’t follow the rules, I create my own lane,

Turned every breakdown into lyrical gain.

I don’t need your approval, I live by the code,

With my heart full of fire and my faith in reload.

I got scars on my back, but my head stays high,

I been stabbed by the world, but I still don’t cry.

I'm the noise in the silence, the fist in the fear,

I’m the echo that grows when no one will hear.

I don't rap for the fame, I don’t move for applause,

I spit for the dreamers who live without pause.

I spit for the ones who got nothin’ but rage,

The kids who write verses alone in their cage.

I been doubted, rejected, erased, and ignored,

But I kept comin’ back like a lion that roared.

No label could mold me, no chains ever fit,

I was made from the truth, and I bleed every bit.

They call me too raw, too real, too loud,

But I stand on my words like I'm speakin’ to crowds.

No mask on my face, no gimmicks, no game,

If I spit from my soul, then remember my name.

I’m the pulse of the fight, the sound of the street,

I’m the beat in your chest when your heart skips a beat.

I’m the dream that survived through the coldest of nights,

I’m the kid with a pen who was ready to fight.

When they said I was nothing, I smiled and I bled,

Turned every "you can’t" into verses I said.

I was born in the chaos, I thrive in the storm,

I don’t fear the pressure, it’s how I perform.

I don’t beg for respect, I demand it with fire,

Every lyric I drop is a live-wire flyer.

They thought I was gone, that I’d fade in the mist,

But I came back louder, too strong to resist.

I’m the sound of the truth when the system is fake,

I’m the reason the liars and cowards all shake.

I never needed luck, just a shot and a will,

I was built for the climb and I’m ready to kill.

They fed me their lies, but I spit 'em back raw,

With a mic in my hand and a purpose I saw.

This is more than a track, this is blood on the page,

This is rage turned to rhythm, a war I engage.

So don’t call me a rapper — I’m more like a storm,

I destroy and rebuild, I transform the norm.

You can’t cancel my truth, can’t silence my pain,

Can’t shut down the thunder that runs in my brain.

I am legacy rising, I am fire unchained,

I am scars turned to power that never complained.

No rest, no surrender, no end to the grind,

Every second I spit is a battle of mind.

And when I fall, I rise, and I rise once again,

Stronger each ti