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Voices of Survival 2 by Alyn king

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Voices of Survival 2

Rap,both vocals

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I carry the voices, the echoes, the scars
The pain in my chest still counting the stars
We were just children, forced to survive
But through every silence, I stayed alive
And even when the world went cold
I found my fire, my soul, my gold
Through every storm, I sang my way
And I’m still standing here today...
Pops left mom, I was only eight,
Split like a scratch in a vinyl plate
Used to think love was supposed to be fate
But their love was a warzone, ours became hate
Mom remarried — thought we’d heal the hole
Instead, the devil wore skin and stole control
He raised fists like prayers to a godless sky
Broke her spirit 'til she forgot how to cry
Sis caught his eye, she was barely a teen
I heard the door lock, and the silence scream
I kicked it down, saw hell on earth
That night I learned what protection’s worth
Mom tried to shield us, got beat for love
But fists don't build, they just push and shove
One day we fled like fugitives in rain
With nothing but scars, backpacks, and pain
Three kids alone in a home with no heat
We learned to boil hope and survive on cheap
Our stepsister, yeah, his only child
She passed — we wept, but he never dialed
And I still hear her laugh when the night goes mute
Like a ghost in the melody of a buried flute
She was innocence born in a warzone fight
We still light a candle for her every night
I carry the voices, the echoes, the scars
The pain in my chest still counting the stars
We were just children, forced to survive
But through every silence, I stayed alive
And even when the world went cold
I found my fire, my soul, my gold
Through every storm, I sang my way
And I’m still standing here today...
Dad said, “You’ll be a doctor, son,”
But I heard drums when his speeches begun
I tried his path, wore the white coat,
But my dreams choked on every note
Classroom prison, I felt miscast
Like a ghost in a future moving too fast
Grades dropped like leaves in fall
But music — music made me feel tall
I bled into verses, I poured into rhymes
Built a cathedral from lyrical crimes
Skipped meals just to save for a mic
While the world told me I ain’t right
I ran from home with a backpack dream
Two years gone, just chasing the stream
Came back broke, heart full of regrets
Tried medicine again but only got debts
Five years in — broke, drowning in bills
Tears in my eyes, cold winter chills
Burned out like a star with no sky
But that old beat kept asking why...
So I quit the coat and picked the chord
Made music my truth, my one reward.
Now ten years deep, got scars as proof.
And every verse is a step on my roof.
Earned my name, no handouts, no lie.
Fought with shadows; now I aim sky-high.
Still ain't rich; still the nights get rough.
But I finally live; and that’s enough.
I carry the voices; the echoes; the scars.
The pain in my chest still counting the stars.
We were just children forced to survive,
But through every silence I stayed alive.
And even when the world went cold,
I found my fire; my soul; my gold.
Through every storm I sang my way,
And I'm still standing here