Let it Breathe

Silence got a memory, I carved mine in the dark,

Every heartbeat was a prophecy, every scar left a mark.

Ain’t nobody hold my hand—had to bleed just to spark,

If the truth had a voice, it’d sound like ribs torn apart.

Took some wrong roads just to find my peace,

Had to lose a few things just to feel that ease,

I don’t talk too loud, I just let it be,

If it’s real, it’ll last — what’s meant gon’ breathe.

Let it breathe… like winter air after grief,

Like a soul that ain’t scared of the reach,

Like a seed that cracked stone just to see its belief—

If it's real, it’ll live. If it’s fake, let it leave.

I was raised in a world where apologies rot,

Where the truth got traded for whatever they bought.

Where silence feels safer than the things you were taught,

And love ain’t love if your spirit feels caught.

I ain’t here for applause, ain’t here for the guilt,

I’m here ‘cause I crawled through the ruins I built.

Turned mistakes into armor, cracked pride into silt,

Now my shame’s just a grave where the dead dreams wilt.

I ain’t perfect—just honest. That alone is a war.

Every step cost a piece I don’t own anymore.

But the pain made a pilot outta what used to be sore,

Now my tears know the map like they trained for the tour.

Took some wrong roads just to find my peace,

Had to lose a few things just to feel that ease,

I don’t talk too loud, I just let it be,

If it’s real, it’ll last — what’s meant gon’ breathe.

Let it breathe… like truth cutting through deceit,

Like thunder crawling under your feet,

Like fate tapping glass saying, “This time, don’t retreat.”

If it's real, it'll rise. If it ain’t—let it bleed.

Had friends that dissolved when the weather went cold,

People love you ‘til honesty’s too heavy to hold.

I learned distance is cheaper than dreams that are sold,

And trust is a gamble I’m tired of being told.

They want the highlight reel, never the cutscene pain,

Want the masterpiece, not the brushstrokes stained.

But I’m proof that a phoenix ain’t born from acclaim—

It’s born from the fire where nobody came.

What’s a crown to a mind that survived its own head?

What’s a win to a soul that ain’t scared of the dead?

When you bury your past but it sleeps in your bed,

You learn peace ain’t gifted—it’s earned drop by shred.

Some days I pray, Some days I grit, Some nights I swear my heart’s counterfeit.

But every morning I’m here—that’s a sermon I lit.

If I gotta break more to become who I fit—

Then crack me again, I ain’t scared of the split.

Took some wrong roads just to find my peace,

Had to lose a few things just to feel that ease,

I don’t talk too loud, I just let it be,

If it’s real, it’ll last — what’s meant gon’ breathe.

Let it breathe… no rush, no plea,

If it’s truth, it’ll stand even after I flee.

I ain’t dying for love that ain’t dying for me—

If it’s real, it’ll live. If it’s meant…

it’ll breathe.