Yeah… I been facin’ that mirror too long.
Ain’t glass no more — it’s a memory.
Came from nights with no light,
mama hummin’ hymns just to drown out fright.
Fridge hum louder than faith,
pops gone — ghost with a shadowed face.
Learned hunger got two kinds:
the one that starves and the one that climbs.
Thirteen scribblin’ bars on scraps,
hopin’ ink could turn poverty to maps.
Pain taught patience before school did,
street math — count favors, lose bids.
Dreams too loud for a quiet home,
so I built a booth out of broken phones.
The cage don’t open from hope alone —
it crack when you face what cut to bone.
So I bled truth till it formed a tone,
turned my hurt into a milestone.
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Out of the dark, I’m guided by burning desire,
Chasing the light that builds me up and takes me higher.
Bills still late, pride still thin,
I’m older now but the storm still spins.
Lost friends to greed, some to dirt,
others to pride they hide as worth.
They say “move on,” but trauma stay,
change its name and calls it brave.
I pray without posture, just pain,
ask God why strength feel the same as chain.
No choir, no bless-me act,
just me and the mic tryna bargain facts.
Faith ain’t halo — it’s keepin’ sane
when the echo whisper you’ll never change.
[Hook]
Out of the dark, I’m guided by burning desire,
Chasing the light that builds me up and takes me higher.
Night talk loud when the doubts awake,
I still feel ghosts in the breaths I take.
Climbed from nothin’ with nothin’ left,
bare hands, cracked hope, heavy chest.
Homies turned snake soon as plates got full,
now they quote my pain like Sunday school.
That’s fine — betrayal’s tuition,
every scar another ignition.
Pain got polish now,
I wear it calm like vows.
Every fall rewrote my aim,
every loss just carved my name.
Can’t fake this sound —
I built it underground,
where silence scream and faith ain’t found.
[Hook]
Out of the dark, I’m guided by burning desire,
Chasing the light that builds me up and takes me higher.
No flex, no chain, just will.
Rap my therapy, truth my pill.
Still see that kid writin’ on trash,
dreamin’ of crowds that could hear his cracks.
Now I’m here, stage lights glare,
but the cheers don’t heal, they just share the air.
They call me deep — nah, I’m just awake,
I let the wounds breathe till the mirrors break.
Each bar a scar I refuse to hide,
each hook a prayer I never denied.
If I fall again, let it sound divine —
failure honest still outshine lies.
[Hook]
Out of the dark, I’m guided by burning desire,
Chasing the light that builds me up and takes me higher.
I ain’t fixed, I’m functionin’ scarred,
still question stars, still push that bar.
We all cracked — I just speak mine loud,
truth hit different when pain allowed.
This ain’t rap — this is resurrection,
beat my pulse, rhyme my confession.
If this my last verse, carve one line:
“He burned just to stay alive.”
We don’t pray for light — we become the flame,
think grit, think fire in rain.
