Ayo, I'm spitting truth and fire,
When I step up to the mic, you know I’ll never tire,
Grinding from the bottom, hustling all night,
Chasing dreams and visions, yeah, I'm ready for a fight.
Street lights flicker, casting shadows in the rain,
Voices of the struggle echo, whispers of the pain.
But I rise up stronger, never back down,
With every lyric flipping, I'm reclaiming my crown.
From the corners of the city, where the tough survive,
Got that hunger in my veins, and ambition to thrive.
Words like bullets, piercing through the doubt,
Hustle in my heart, that’s what this life’s about.
Enemies lurking, they don’t want to see me win,
But each bar I spit, it’s where the truth begins.
Feel the heat, the fire, burning deep inside,
They can’t extinguish my passion, I’m a raging tide.
Late nights, early mornings, writing rhymes till I bleed,
Got a vision and a mission, I’m planting the seed.
Call me the architect, building dreams with my pen,
Transforming pain to power, this is where it all begins.
Keep it real, keep it raw, never fall in line,
This mic's a weapon for the thoughts I redefine.
From the blocks to the charts, I’m rising like the sun,
Every struggle, every hustle, it’s a battle that I’ve won.
So listen close, the truth’s embedded in the beat,
I got fire in my heart, and my dream is bittersweet.
But with every rhyme I write, I'm breaking all the chains,
In this world of spitting truth, let it flow through my veins.
When the smoke clears, and the lights fade away,
Know I stood right here, hustling every day.
This is my story, my journey, my song,
In the realm of truth and fire, you know where I belong.
Hip Hop
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