[Intro – whispered]
Born in the pit where the light don’t reach,
Chains on the soul, no room to breathe.
But every king starts as a ghost in the street…
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[Verse 1]
Little boy with a cracked voice, dirt in his fists,
Raised where the devils deal death with a kiss.
No sun, just smoke, in a home made of rust,
Where trust gets you killed and the gods bleed dust.
Eyes like coal, burned deep with the past,
No future promised, just a question asked:
“Will you die in the dark like the rest of your kin,
Or crawl through the fire with blood on your skin?”
He chose war — with a whisper and glare,
Said, “I’ll rise, even if hell’s unaware.”
Each step, a grave, each breath, a sin,
But he kept movin’— claws diggin’ in.
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[Chorus]
From the shadows, he crawled, through the ash and the screams,
With a fist full of pain and a head full of dreams.
They said, “You’ll fall.” He said, “Watch me ascend.”
Now the boy from the dirt is the god in the end.
(Yeah…)
Now the boy from the dirt is the god in the end.
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[Verse 2]
Used scars like armor, silence like blade,
Every loss that he took just sharpened his rage.
Fought beasts, men, ghosts in his mind,
Learned to bend time with a will like iron.
He spoke to the void—“Remember my name,”
Carved it in stone with the heat of his pain.
Every lie, every bruise, every shadow that laughed,
He buried ‘em deep when he blazed his path.
The throne ain’t gold, it’s bone and fear,
Built on the screams of the ones who sneered.
But he stands on top, scarred and alive,
A god made of hunger, with fire in his eyes.
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[Chorus]
From the shadows, he crawled, through the ash and the screams,
With a fist full of pain and a head full of dreams.
They said, “You’ll fall.” He said, “Watch me ascend.”
Now the boy from the dirt is the god in the end.
Now the boy from the dirt is the god in the end.
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[Outro – slow, echoing]
No angels came.
No hand reached down.
Just a voice that said,
“Burn it all ’til they crown.”
Anonymouz
