Pain is always heavy, combat ever-ready,
Heart a loaded weapon, soul scarred and unsteady.
Weighin’ ’bout to break like a levee in the storm,
Katrina in my chest — I been weatherin’ since I was born.
Pull me from the edge, gotta show some patience,
’Cause no matter how it gets, thoughts flood in like invasions.
Got me questionin’ myself — am I fake or self-soothed?
Feelin’ deep as the sun, but the darkness still moves.
I push forward, though I’m worthless, used and abused,
Keep swingin’ through the pain, though I’m battered and bruised.
Why am I wild? Carry trauma in my veins,
Every nerve on fire, every memory a chain.
Visions in the fog, never clear, just a blur,
Wish I could change — it’s the hardest thing on earth.
Daily I keep struggling, effort goes unseen,
Never good enough for ’em, but I’m livin’ out my dream.
Got a story to tell, if you listen you’ll know
Death follows close, I still carry every ghost.
Elizabeth, Tiffany, Klaf, Duke — you ain’t gone,
I live for y’all, every breath is a song.
Back against the wall, but I rise from the fall,
Pain fuels my purpose, misery in my call.
God, give me epiphany — somethin’ I can hold,
’Cause my heart feels hollow and my soul’s grown cold.
Self-confidence low, but I whisper I’m great,
Is it me or is it fate that I shoulder this weight?
Surface-level thinkers never fathom this depth,
I’m alive but half-dead with a war in my chest.
I done stared down the reaper, heard the whispers in the dark,
Still I’m walkin’ through the fire with a hole in my heart.
I’m a product of the system, a survivor of the fight,
I was built for the struggle, I was born for the night.
I been pushed to the edge, but I still never fold,
Wrote my story in blood, every chapter is cold.
Carry death on my back, carry pain in my breath,
But I rise from the ashes, I’m too stubborn for death.
Every scar is a scripture, every tear is a line,
Every breakdown a sign that I’m still holdin’ the line.
I don’t need no validation, no applause or a crown,
’Cause the kid that survived is the man standin’ now.
