Built for This

“Fortis cadere, cedere non potest.

I was built for this.”

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

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.

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

Woo.

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

I got plenty more

hahaha

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

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

I’m on grind mode

I ain’t never lookin’ back

Let ’em sleep…