Struggle

I been runnin’ from my past but it follow where I go,  
Tryna smile through all this hurt but it’s heavy on my soul.  
Lost some people that I love, now I’m movin’ on my own,  
Got me singin’ through the trauma just to keep my spirit strong.  

I done seen the closest ones turn to strangers overnight,  
Had to learn to guard my heart, keep my circle outta sight.  
I been prayin’ for some peace but the streets don’t ever sleep,  
Every blessing that I get feel like somethin’ tryna creep.  

I been grindin’ through the struggle, tryna elevate my fate,  
Turned my hunger to a weapon, now I’m eatin’ off the plate.  
I’m the product of the trenches, but my vision lookin’ great,  
And the man I’m tryna be gon’ make the younger me relate.

I been movin’ different, heart colder than it used to be,  
People say they love you but they switch up so abusively.  
Trust is like a currency — I spent it all too fast,  
Now I guard my circle tight, learnin’ lessons from the past.  

I done gave my all to ones who left me in the rain,  
Had to stitch my soul together, every tear became a stain.  
Ain’t no love inside these streets, only memories and ghosts,  
So I keep my distance now from the ones I love the most.  


I been grindin’ through the struggle, tryna elevate my fate,  
Turned my hunger to a weapon, now I’m eatin’ off the plate.  
I’m the product of the trenches, but my vision lookin’ great,  
And the man I’m tryna be gon’ make the younger me relate.

I been fightin’ battles in my mind, it get cold at night,  
Tryna turn my trauma into strength, make the story right.  
People see the stripes but never ask about the scars,  
Had to learn to heal alone, steady talkin’ to the stars.  

Came up from the bottom where the hope was gettin’ thin,  
Had to teach myself that losin’ ain’t the same as givin’ in.  
Heart heavy but I carry it, that pressure made me grow,  
Turned the pain into a compass, now it tell me where to go.  

I been grindin’ through the struggle, tryna elevate my fate,  
Turned my hunger to a weapon, now I’m eatin’ off the plate.  
I’m the product of the trenches, but my vision lookin’ great,  
And the man I’m tryna be gon’ make the younger me relate.

rap, trap, hip hop