**[Verse 1]** I was raised where the rent high and the hope low Where the train shake the walls but the folks don’t Everybody got pride, but it’s threadbare Hand-me-down dreams, secondhand air They told me, “Keep your head down, get a safe job” But safety feel a lot like a cage locked I seen brilliance get buried in break rooms While the boss get applause in a fake suit It’s funny how the system call it “fair play” When the dice all loaded from the first day Some inherit a ladder and a head start Some inherit the trauma and a red mark I ain’t bitter, I’m just reading what’s written Between lines of the fine print hidden They sell freedom like it’s in stock But the barcode tied to your zip code **[Hook]** We inherit the debt and the doubt Tryna climb with a weight on our mouth They say, “Anybody make it out” But they don’t show the ways they reroute Inheritance tax — it ain’t money, it’s fear Passed down year to year to year I’m just tryna flip what I was handed Turn survival into something candid **[Verse 2]** They glorify the grind but ignore the grindstone Post a quote, never post what the mind hold Everybody “self-made” on the timeline Like community ain’t part of the lifeline I seen moms work triples for tuition While the rich call it “intuition” Like hustle just a trait you can purchase Not a fire you inherit from the furnace I learned early how to read rooms Who get grace, who get presumed Who get labeled “rough around edges” Who get praised for the same kind of edges I don’t hate — I observe and adjust Turn the anger into something I trust Pen sharp like it’s cutting through ceilings Every bar got a bruise and a meaning **[Hook]** We inherit the debt and the doubt Tryna climb with a weight on our mouth They say, “Anybody make it out” But they don’t show the ways they reroute Inheritance tax — it ain’t money, it’s fear Passed down year to year to year I’m just tryna flip what I was handed Turn survival into something candid **[Bridge – Calm, Reflective Flow]** I don’t want revenge, I want revision New edition, better vision If I win, it ain’t just ambition It’s proof we can break tradition **[Verse 3]** So I write like somebody listening Like a kid in a room that’s whispering Trying to figure if the world that’s promised Is a contract or just a misprint If I make it, it’s collective effort Every mentor, every pressure Every no that shaped my yes Every stress that built my texture I ain’t perfect, just persistent Truth consistent, voice resistant If the throne come with conditions I’ll build a seat that’s self-sufficient **[Outro Hook – Softer]** We inherit the debt and the doubt But we don’t gotta pass it down If I’m breaking a cycle now That’s the real gold I found. ---