In the shadows, where the fire burns bright,
I’m caught in the rhythm, feeling the fight.
Spitting truth into this mic, it’s my stage,
Writing pages of my life that I’ll never cage.
These beats resonate with the heart of the street,
Where every struggle I face is a battle to beat.
From the depths of the pain, I rise like a flame,
No retreat in this game, I’m building my name.
Lost in the echoes of dreams that unfold,
Tales of the struggle, for the brave, not the bold.
I throw my hands up, bring the truth to the light,
Each word like a weapon, ready to ignite.
Through the alleyways paved with ambition and fear,
I find strength in the rhythm, pushing past every tear.
With my crew by my side, we’re rewriting the code,
Marching to the beats where the real ones explode.
Feel the pulse of the city, it’s alive and it’s raw,
Every note that I drop leaves them wanting for more.
From dusk until dawn, through the tears and the smiles,
We conquer the struggle, go the extra miles.
In the fire, we forge, letting passion be heard,
Every battle, every scar tells a story with words.
The mic is my canvas, and these beats are my brush,
Painting my truth in the silence, I hush.
This life isn’t easy, but I’m finding my way,
With every step forward, I’m making a play.
In the depths of my soul, where the real ones reside,
I’m standing my ground, with my truth as my guide.
As the curtain comes down, I reflect on the fight,
In the echoes of freedom, prepare for the night.
With fire in my heart and the world at my feet,
I’ve conquered my struggle, let them feel the heat.
Hip Hop
beats, mic, truth, struggle, fire