

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Woke up to sirens, mama prayin’ in the dark Daddy long gone, left nothin' but scars The streets raised a soldier, heart made of pain Learned to smile in the storm, dance in the rain Every corner got a lesson, every wound a cost And every real homie I had — man, I lost But I ain’t break, I adapt, stayed movin’ in time Even hope got a sound when it’s trapped in a rhyme Food stamps, cold nights, heat from the flame Got a mind full of fire, can’t cage this name So I spit for the youth, for the poor with pride For the girl with a dream and the boy who cried They can judge how I live, but they ain’t seen my shoes Still I lace 'em up tight — I was born to lose But I fight to win, truth bleeds in my pen From the gutter to the stars, I’mma rise again --- (Hook] Struggle made the soul, pain taught me truth I was lost in the dark, but I found my roots They can take what I got, but they can’t take hope Every bar that I write is my way to cope (Yeah) Struggle made the soul, fire in my chest Tryna breathe through the hate, never settlin’ for less I ain’t perfect — just real, that’s all I can be From the block to the booth, it’s still all of me --- [Verse 2] Seen the sun through the smoke, found peace in war Learned silence got power, can’t speak no more They fed lies through screens, tried blindin’ the youth But I still see light — 'cause I rhyme with truth Every verse is a prayer, every beat’s a fight Put my soul in the booth just to breathe at night I ain’t rap for the fame, I ain't talk for the chain I write for the pain buried deep in the brain Saw my brother get locked, saw my sister get tired Saw a system that kills every dream it admired But I kept on movin’, head high, no fear 'Cause legends ain’t born — they just persevere So I speak for the silence, for the kids with rage Tryna break out the trap, break out the cage Life's a test, and the scars, they show But the soul never dies — real ones know [Hook] Struggle made the soul, pain taught me truth I was lost in the dark, but I found my roots They can take what I got, but they can’t take hope Every bar that I write is my way to cope (Yeah) Struggle made the soul, fire in my chest Tryna breathe through the hate, never settlin’ for less I ain’t perfect — just real, that’s all I can be From the block to the booth, it’s still all of me
Tags
Classic 90s Hip-Hop West Coast Vibe emotional real with storytelling reflection
2:27
No
11/3/2025