Born to Fight

Yeah…

No peace, no sleep, no chains on me.

Only truth, only scars, only war I breathe.

Let’s go…

I came from silence where the shadows fed,

Every step I took felt closer to dead.

No mentor, no guide, just a pad and a pen,

So I carved out my future with the rage within.

Demons whisper lies, try to poison my brain,

But I turn their curses into bars of flame.

Every sleepless night, every loss I faced,

Became the reason I rise, the fuel I chase.

I bled for the grind, I broke for the art,

I stitched my pain into the beat of my heart.

Can’t drown my voice, can’t chain my call,

Every line I spit is me breaking walls.

I’ve been down, I’ve been lost,

Paid my price, I know the cost.

But you can’t kill what was born to fight,

I’m the storm in the dark of the endless night.

This is my fight, my war, my crown,

Can’t chain me, can’t drag me down.

Through the smoke and the blood, I still stand tall,

This ain’t just rap—it’s my battle call.

I’m the echo of the broken, voice of the lost,

Every dream they buried, I paid that cost.

Took betrayal, turned it into steel on my tongue,

Every verse a bullet, every rhyme a gun.

You hear pain in my flow, but strength in the sound,

I was chained to the dirt, now I rise from the ground.

They said I’d fade, said I’d choke, said I’d drown,

But I spit with the fury of a king un-crowned.

Every failure I faced is a crown on my head,

Every scar that I wear keeps the fire fed.

I ain’t chasing fame, nah, fame chases me,

I’m a voice for the shadows that you’ll never see.

This is my fight, my war, my crown,

Can’t chain me, can’t drag me down.

Through the smoke and the blood, I still stand tall,

This ain’t just rap—it’s my battle call.

Blood in my pen, ghosts in my booth,

Every verse I drop is a piece of truth.

From the ashes I rose, through the fire I crawl,

But I’ll never bow down—I refuse to fall.

See, I don’t rap for applause, don’t rap for trends,

I rap to mend wounds that will never end.

I rap for the kid with the world on his chest,

Who’s been told he’s nothing but still won’t rest.

For the ones in the dark who can’t find their way,

I spit torches in the night just to light that flame.

I’m a sinner, a fighter, a rebel, a thief,

Stealing hope from despair, stealing time from grief.

The beat is my battleground, bars are my blade,

And I’ll carve my name deep where legends are made.

This is my fight, my war, my crown,

Can’t chain me, can’t drag me down.

Through the smoke and the blood, I still stand tall,

This ain’t just rap—it’s my battle call.

Yeah…

No peace, no sleep, no chains on me.

Every scar I wear is my legacy.

This is more than rap…

This is war.