[Intro]
I lace my lines like stitches on a threadbare sleeve, scars map the night I survived.
The room hums low, a studio shrine where courage keeps its guard up inside.
[Verse 1]
Rhymes addicted, heartbeat-triggered, I spit what I live and live what I spit,
Every bruise a breakpoint, every setback a rhyme I commits (I commit).
The city whispers doubt, I answer back with grit and grit again,
Ink on skin, the mirror grim, I wrestle shadows of some old friend’s pain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Nights stretch long, but I breathe in bars like air, not fear,
A childhood of creases in the hoodie, now silvered with each year.
[Chorus]
I’m built from broken windows, patched with prayer and rhyme,
From hospital beds to steady breaths, I climb through time.
Every scar a doorway, every doubt a stepping stone,
I stay true to the pulse inside, I carry it home.
[Verse 2]
They weighed me down with rules I never signed, judgments in the hall,
But I answer with a cadence—that raw, relentless call.
Rooms turn to sanctuaries when the bass ticks like a heart,
I bleed metaphor, I rise from urge, I carve a brand-new start.
[Pre-Chorus]
Night after night I hammer truth against the stubborn dark,
Improv becomes my map when the compass leaves its mark.
[Chorus]
I’m built from broken windows, patched with prayer and rhyme,
From hospital beds to steady breaths, I climb through time.
Every scar a doorway, every doubt a stepping stone,
I stay true to the pulse inside, I carry it home.
[Bridge]
The room sings back the furnace in my chest,
Riddled with scars, I choose to be my best.
[Chorus]
I’m built from broken windows, patched with prayer and rhyme,
From hospital beds to steady breaths, I climb through time.
Every scar a doorway, every doubt a stepping stone,
I stay true to the pulse inside, I carry it home.
[Outro]
And when the dawn hums softly, I whisper, I survive,
Rhymes keep me warm through the cold of night—I’m alive.
