Devils fist

Verse 1

They say I live my life wrong,

Like they read my story page by page all along.

I look at them like really? you don’t know the view,

You never walked a mile in the storms I pushed through.

They see the scars but they don’t know the fight,

Don’t know the long dark roads with no guiding light.

Every step I took felt like sinking in sand,

But I kept swinging back with these broken hands.

Pre-Chorus

They talk loud but they never felt the heat,

Never heard the devil whisper defeat.

Chorus

I was born with my neck in the devil’s fist,

Tight clenched grip like I didn’t exist.

Thought I’d never break free from the chains on my soul,

But the fire in my chest wouldn’t let me fold.

Yeah they say that I’m lost, say I’m living it wrong,

But they never felt the nights I stayed strong.

If surviving is sin then I guess I’m guilty,

Still standing here — yeah you’ll never kill me.

Verse 2

Every breath felt borrowed from a darker place,

Every mirror showed a tired, battered face.

World kept betting that I’d finally break,

But I kept rising every single mistake.

They don’t see the weight that I carry inside,

All the wars that I buried with a smile and pride.

They just judge from the outside looking in,

Never knowing where the battle’s been.

Pre-Chorus

They talk loud but they never felt the flame,

Never had the darkness call their name.

Chorus

I was born with my neck in the devil’s fist,

Tight clenched grip like I didn’t exist.

Thought I’d never break free from the chains on my soul,

But the fire in my chest wouldn’t let me fold.

Yeah they say that I’m lost, say I’m living it wrong,

But they never felt the nights I stayed strong.

If surviving is sin then I guess I’m guilty,

Still standing here — yeah you’ll never kill me.

Bridge (Rap Pocket)

Born in the pressure where the weak ones crack,

Devil on my throat but I’m fighting back.

Every scar on my skin is a map of the war,

Every closed door made me kick down four.

They judging my steps but they missing the climb,

I survived hell just to borrow this time.

If the devil held tight then he learned real quick—

Some souls don’t break when you tighten the grip.

Final Chorus

I was born with my neck in the devil’s fist,

Tight clenched grip but I still resist.

Every breath that I take is a victory won,

Every scar proof the war ain’t done.

Let them talk, let them judge, let them say what they want,

They ain’t lived through the ghosts that I haunt.

If surviving is wrong then I’ll live it my way,

Still breathing, still rising every day.