Struggle and Soul

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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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

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