Shadows on the Schoolyard

Yo, I’m walkin’ through the halls, footsteps echo like a drumline,  
Eyes on the floor, but I rise up—steel spine, no sign of decline.  
He thrives on the fear, a kingpin with a whispering sword,  
Twisting every kid’s hope till they mutter, “Please, keep me aboard.”

Everybody knows the name he wears like a cape of grime,  
Bullying ain’t an act, it’s a fuckin crime, a mic he shouts in rhyme.  
But I’ve been scribblin’ verses in the margins of the night,  
Turning pain into rhythm, fuelin’ sparks that ignite.

Pre-Chorus  
When he steps to me, I lace my thoughts in a tighter thread,  
I spit truth in the cadence of reason, hech, I’m ahead.  
He wants to break me down—nah, I bend but I don’t break,  
I write the lines that shake the earth and retake what’s at stake.

Chorus
Shadows on the playground, I’m reachin’ for the light,  
Crowds formin’ in the margin, I’m burnin’ through the quiet night.  
Every fuckin insult, every shove, I turn into a fuckin flame,  
Ridin’ the rhythm of a thunderous name you are a fuckin bitch no shame.

Verse 2
I’ve seen his stupid crown of malice, a fuckin throne built on fear,  
But I’m cataloguin’ every wrong, lettin’ truth appear.  
He throws a punchline like a punch, but I dodge the fucking impact,  
Turnin’ the hit into a fuckin lyric, watch the walls crack.

I’m paintin’ portraits of courage with syllables and breath,  
Every verse a mirror held up to his own depth.  
He wants the chorus to bow, to echo his refrain,  
But I’m writin’ a chorus of resilience, breakin’ the chain. 

Pre-Chorus  
I steady my pulse, I measure every word I say,  
The bully’s shadow shrinks as I step into the day.  
I’m not the victim in this story I compose,  
I’m the thunder in the hallway, the truth you’ll somersault to know.

Chorus
Shadows on the playground, I’m reachin’ for the light,  
Crowds formin’ in the margin, I’m burnin’ through the quiet night.  
Every insult, every shove, I turn into a flame,  
Ridin’ the rhythm of a thunderous name you are a fuckin bitch no shame.

Bridge
If I stumble, I’ll rise again, with every scar a medal,  
I’ll flip the script, new chapters, no more to settle.  
You can hurl your words, you can build your wall of sneers,  
But I’ve got a chorus that outlasts all your years.

Verse 3
This isn’t just about me or a single broken hall,  
It’s a classroom of courage where the strong learn to stand tall.  
So I’ll spit a message to the quiet kids in the back,  
Your voice matters most when the pressure’s at full attack.

We’ll turn the gym into a stage, the bleachers into a crowd,  
And when the bully tests me, I’ll answer loud and proud.  
The truth is a weapon and it cuts through like a fuckin knife,
I’m rewriting the script, I’m claiming the right to light.

Final Chorus
Shadows on the playground fade as dawn breaks through,  
I found my voice, and I’m using it to pull you through.  
Every hurt becomes a spark, every fear a flame,  
Ridin’ the rhythm of a louder name you are a fuckin bitch no shame.

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