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I was born in the fire, raised in the smoke hm,
Mama with the bottle, daddy always broke. ouch
Love was a stranger, fear knew my name,
Bruises hid the stories, but the eyes show the pain. ayy
Slurred words at midnight, crashes in the hall,
Prayin’ for silence, back pressed to the wall.
No lullabies, just screams through the door,
Each step she took, I sank through the floor. euwhh
School was a warzone, bullies with the aim, hm
They laughed at my shoes, never asked why I came
Lookin’ so tired, hollow in the face —
You can’t fake peace when your soul's outta place. ay
But I kept walkin’ — tears dry on the breeze,
Learned to smile with the ache, heart torn at the seams.
A child in the shadows, fightin’ to stand —
Holdin’ my story like scars in my hand. ouch
I came from the dark where the lights never reach,
Where pain was a parent, and silence would teach.
Still breathin’, still bleedin’, but I ain’t the same —
I’m a storm in the making, not just my pain.
Used to dream of a home, not a house full of screams,
Where "I love you" ain’t followed by broken things.
Kept my head low, heart locked in a cage,
Writin' my future in lines full of rage.
Social worker knockin’, I ain’t say a word,
What could they fix when the truth goes unheard?
Learned to lie with a smile, say “I’m fine” on repeat,
While my soul got colder every time I’d eat.
Tried runnin’ from the pain, but it stayed in my skin,
Like a song with no chorus, just violence within.
But every cut, every scream built a soldier inside —
Now I rap with the ghosts that I used to hide.
Now I’m climbin’ out the hole where the monsters fed,
Turned my tears into ink, let the notebook bled.
A voice for the voiceless, a torch in the night,
I ain’t healed, but I’m here — and that still means I fight.
No chains on my soul, broke the cycle they gave,
Took the rage in my chest, carved a path through the grave.
Therapy sessions, yeah, I’m startin’ to talk —
Learnin’ how to breathe when the memories stalk.
I’m not what they made me, I’m what I become,
A fighter, a poet, the sound of the drum.
So if you feel lost, like the world forgot,
Hold tight to your fire — you’re stronger than you thought.