I wake up spitting venom at the world that turned its back,
built of rust and broken trust, a planet painted black.
They stab you with a handshake, smile just to take,
they cheer when you’re falling, and they laugh when you break.
I got no love for the system, no respect for the game,
every promise is a hustle, every handshake is the same.
Greed in their pockets, poison in their veins,
they profit from the struggle and they celebrate the pain.
I walk with anger heavy, like steel inside my chest,
my words cut jagged, never sugarcoat the mess.
Politicians preaching while they bleed the poor dry,
neighbors turning strangers just to get a bigger slice of pie.
I hate the world’s reflection, it’s a liar in disguise,
feeding off the innocent and selling cheap lies.
But through the fire and the chaos, one truth I never run—
the only thing I care about, the only thing’s my son.
He’s the reason that I fight, when I’m tired, when I’m done,
when the world feels like a coffin, he’s the rise of my sun.
I don’t bow to the hatred, but I channel all the rage,
to build him up a future and to turn another page.
Every scar I carry is a lesson that I’ll teach,
every fall I’ve taken is a mountain he can reach.
I’ll tell him how the world will try to grind him down to dust,
but if he learns to stand tall, his spirit won’t combust.
I’d burn the whole globe down, watch the towers fall apart,
if it meant that he could stand free and never know the dark.
I’m a weapon for his safety, I’m the shield against the storm,
no matter how I’m broken, for him I’ll transform.
The streets don’t scare me, the hate don’t shake me,
the world already cursed me, but it won’t break me.
My son is the anchor when the chaos pulls me deep,
his laugh is the only sound that lets my demons sleep.
I spit at the greed, I spit at the fraud,
I spit at the snakes who pretend they are gods.
I spit at the liars, the thieves, and the fake,
the ones who’d sell your soul just to get a bigger stake.
But when I look at him, the rage flips into drive,
I swear I’ll keep fighting just to keep his dream alive.
He’ll never feel the hunger, he’ll never taste the shame,
I’ll light the darkest alley just to carve his name.
Hate is my weapon, love is my aim,
the world can stay twisted, I’ll never play its game.
I’ll pour every ounce of venom into building him a throne,
a place where he can stand and never feel alone.
So curse me, world, I’m already your enemy,
I’ll never buy your chains, I’ll never bend the knee.
The only crown I wear is the title of his dad,
the only thing I value is the love we have.
Hate me forever, I don’t care what you’ve done,
the world can burn down—
but I’ll still love my son.
