[Intro, Dark Ambience]
[clearly spoken word. Slow]
“Fortis cadere, cedere non potest.
I was built for this.”
[Verse 1]
I don’t sleep much, I have to feed the demons
They don’t fight fair, but I keep on swinging
My mind’s on fire, can’t really calm that
Heart’s been broken, but I always bounce back
I don’t flex for the Gram or the red carpet walk
I just work in silence — I let God do the talk
They all want fame, I want financial freedom
They play imaginary roles, I’m out here bleeding
Never needed handouts, raised by the wolves in the dark
The wolf sorrowful song has left its lasting mark
Where the lullabies echo in the dark night cold
And your prayers are sent back, cause of what you’ve sold
[Hook, Heavy Drop]
I’m on grind mode, tunnel vision
No fake love, no indecision
I don’t clock in, I truly live it
This is my mission, I run this shit
No days off, no fucking off switch
I’m still here when the hype dips
Told ’em all, I was fucking made for this.
[Verse 2, Raw]
They don’t really know, what it cost to be me
I gave up peace, love, even my fucking sanity
Wrote out my truth, in all its subtle pain
While they judged from the outside, but the war inside still remains
I wasn’t made for comfort, I was built to never bend
I talk to God more than people — He’s my constant, trusted only friend
Ain’t got no brakes, and I ain’t got no fear
Put that shit on everything I truly revere
I’ll still be grinding when they all disappear
This is my life. This is my love. This is my fucking career
No cosigns. Paid dues, and No free rides
All I got is this pain and my constant drive
Run my lane like I do or fucking die
You can’t kill what’s born, and this beast…
Is born to rise
[Instrumental Solo Break]
Woo.
[Bridge Beat Drop]
Put me in the dark, I light the fucking way
Tell me I can’t — I’ll show you the play
This ain’t rap or poetry — it’s facts of life
Every broken memory, I write until it’s right
Name one rapper out here that want it more
That want it raw — like from their core
I ain’t in it for the fame or the fucking awards
I was called for this — this is what I was made for
I swing this pen like Roman gladius sword
All you motherfuckers are about to learn
Go ahead and gulp it down bitch
[pause spoken]
I got plenty more
hahaha
[Verse 3]
They never saw the hunger, only saw the scars
Only saw the silence, never heard the wars
I was drowning in the deep, with a beat in my chest
No life vest, just stress — and a voice saying “less”
But I gave more. Spit truth, not decor
Bled bars, made the mic my soul’s open door
Never changed for a trend, never begged for a seat
I paved this road with blood on my feet
[Bridge Climax Build]
You talk loyalty, but I bled mine
You post pain — I live mine
This pen’s a blade — I grip tight
I ain’t asking, I take mics
Every verse, another confession
Another lesson burned in progression
Don’t compare — we ain’t the same
You want a stage. I want the name
[Hook Final Drop]
I’m on grind mode
I ain’t never lookin’ back
Let ’em sleep…
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