Proof of Pain

(Intro - Dark Piano and hard bass)

It usually start with a pit and a problem,

Bottom of bottles, debt, guilt, and the odds in

Your face like “quit,” but you spit back defiance,

Pain in your pocket, still rich in the violence

Of silence—

When nobody listens, you scribble your vision,

Scripture of scars, every sentence is prison,

Rock bottom lobby, no ceiling above it,

You bleed on the page till the beat starts buzzin’.

J.K. froze with a pen and a plan,

Cold café nights, no hope in her hand,

Life said “cancel,” she wrote a new spell,

Now kids wave wands like she broke out of hell.

Hawking got clocked by the hands of a doctor,

Said “time is limited,” mind said “watch ya,”

Body on pause but his thoughts went interstellar,

Proved a brain can break bars without being a felon.

Started in hell, now the story’s electric,

Rock bottom roots make the climb more impressive,

They tried to erase me, I etched it in legend,

Didn’t just live through the pain—I transcended.

Yeah—transcended.

Pressure invented me.

Scars got a sentence,

Rock bottom first—now remember me.

Mandela pacing the width of a cage,

Twenty-seven years just to sharpen his rage,

Iron bars couldn’t jail the intention,

He walked out calm and arrested oppression.

Oprah grew up where the love went missing,

Bruises taught her how to listen,

Pain turned preacher, trauma transmission,

Now her voice feel like permission.

Bethany stared death straight in the jaw,

Ocean took an arm, couldn’t touch her resolve,

Balance on fear, surfboard faith,

Proof heart don’t sink just ’cause fate took a plate.

See the pattern? Suffering crafts the skill,

Every hero got blood on the quill.

Edison tripped over thousands of tries,

Failure piled high like a mountain of lies,

He said “I found ways it don’t work,” no joke,

Now we flick one switch and the darkness is broke.

Aaron Golub ran routes he couldn’t see,

Blind to the doubt, had a vision in cleats,

Crowd went silent, limits deceased,

Eyes ain’t sight—it’s belief in your teeth.

Marie Curie buried under bias and hate,

They questioned her gender, she questioned the state

Of matter itself, split atoms in rooms

Where they whispered her name like it carried a doom.

Two Nobels later, silence went dumb,

History stuttered like “oh… she won.”

Started in hell, now the story’s electric,

Rock bottom roots make the climb more impressive,

They tried to erase me, I etched it in legend,

Didn’t just live through the pain—I transcended.

Yeah—transcended.

Pressure invented me.

Scars got a sentence,

Rock bottom first—now remember me.

So if your life feel broke like a punchline missing,

And the mirror talk reckless, the world don’t listen—

Good.

That’s fuel for the bars you ain’t written,

Rock bottom ain’t the end—it’s the ignition.