Struggle and Soul

[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

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(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

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[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

Classic 90s Hip-Hop West Coast Vibe emotional real with storytelling reflection