[Intro]
(Yeah) Late nights, neon buzz, city hum — listen.
(uh) This one's for the fighters, the ones who never quit. (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
From cracked stoops to late-night studio flashes, I catalog the clashes, cashing small wins while the streetlight lashes,
Subway tiles, coffee rings on my notebook pages, I write futures in the margins, stage by stage is what I wages,
Scar on my knuckle reads like an address—map of where I fell, then pressed, then rose, learned to pilot stress like chess,
Dented boombox in the alley played my heart’s metronome, every skip a lesson, every beat a place to call my own.
I hustle sentences into sentences that punch through ceilings, multi-syllable missiles, metaphors with surgical feelings,
Late call with a producer, caffeine and a broke dream budget — turned every “no” into a note that I tugged it.
Punchline close: I sold my doubt for inventory, now the catalogue’s a victory — check the margin, see the story.
[Pre-Chorus]
No chains hold me, no cold walls keep the light from coming, (yeah)
I’m chasing dawn through alleys where the sirens keep humming, (uh)
Through storms I stitched maps, stitched time into a seam, (skrrt)
This is my moment, took the dark and learned to beam.
[Chorus]
Rise up — unbroken, hear us roar. (rise up)
From cracked asphalt to a brighter door. (we opening it)
Lights cut sharper when the night is long; (yeah)
In the heart of the struggle, we find our song. (find it)
[Verse 2]
Every setback a setup — like a spring I coil and throw, city skyline lessons in the afterglow,
Friends turned ghosts on payphones, I left voicemails—no reply, but I recorded every failure, now they loop as my alibi,
Wallet light, headline tight, but my notebook heavy with the blueprints, hustle math, compound interest on intent,
I flip pain into patterns — rhyme schemes like scaffolds, built my tower from the rubble of nights I couldn't fall asleep at all.
Internal rhymes snapping — cadence like a code, I break phrases into phrases that explode into a road,
Ad-libs in the background: (uh) (yeah) — punctuate the rise, every chorus a siren that signals how we survive.
Punchline close: Got receipts from the grindline — every scar’s a ledger, turned my ledger into headlines.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Chains rusted, walls turned windows — watch me climb and change the view, (watch me)
Lost nights sold me lessons, now the profit’s in the truth, (facts)
I leveled up the ledger, consequence is consequence, (consequence)
No rewind, just forward — now my pressure makes the prince. (let’s go)
[Chorus]
Rise up — unbroken, hear us roar. (rise up)
From cracked asphalt to a brighter door. (open it)
Lights cut sharper when the night is long; (sharper)
In the heart of the struggle, we find our song. (our song)
[Bridge — Halftime Breakdown]
(beat halves, space)
Feel the fire — quiet, then louder. (shh... YEAH)
Every step a stutter then a sprint — hear the crowders. (crowd)
Breathe in, breathe out, count one, two — then burst. (burst)
This is the slow that makes the
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