

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 3 — double‑time triplets, heavy multis, triumphant storytelling] Now I’m back from the black, with the cracks in my past turned to maps That’ll track where I lacked, now I’m stackin’ it back, never slack, I’m attackin’ the fact that the sadness I had was a trap But I snapped, now I’m graspin’ the craft, turnin’ ashes to gas for the rap. I was lost in the pit, but I quit bein’ bit by the grip Of the scripts that insisted I sit in the midst of the misery’s twist, Now I flip every hit, every slip, every rip in my spirit to lift What I missed, now I’m gifted with grit, and I’m shiftin’ the drift of my ship. I been scarred, I been shaken, I been breakin’, awakenin’, Every ache that I’m facin’ is shapin’ the greatness I’m makin’, I’m racin’ the pain with a flame that’s been waitin’, Now the chains that were weighin’ me down are the weights I’m trainin’. I got hope in my chest, and it presses, it stretches, it blesses, Every lesson I wrestled with, stressin’, depressin’— Now I’m steppin’, progressin’, confessin’ the mess was a weapon, And the seconds I questioned my essence were tests that I’m finally bestin’. So I rise from the wreck, with the light in my neck, With the fight in my breath, with the life I protect, And I step with the depth of a soul resurrected, Yeah I fell, but I yelled, and I climbed, and I left it. Now I walk with the fire, the higher desire, The choir inside me is wired to rise through the tired, And I won’t let the dark pull me back to the prior, I’m the storm, I’m the spark, I’m the whole damn fighter
Tags
male, rap, hip hop hard hitting drums and get hook
1:25
No
4/15/2026