Mama works two shifts just to keep the lights.Squeaky walks alone through the neon nights.Sirens sing a song that he knows too well.Every broken block feels a bit like hell.Pockets empty out, but his pride stays tall.Writing rhymes hard against a peeling wall.Chorus: Running From the RainSqueaky’s running, trying to break the chain.Walking through the fire, dancing in the pain.They want to see him drop, they want him weak.But the thunder's gonna echo when he speak.Yeah, the kid from the bottom gonna rise.See the raw truth shining in his eyes.Verse 2: The Weight of the DaysTeachers looked right past him, never saw his spark.Left him in the corner, fading in the dark.Lost a couple homies to the iron cage.Turning all his grief into printed page.Shoes worn thin and the winter breeze bite.Still he's chasing glimpses of a morning light.Chorus: Running From the RainSqueaky’s running, trying to break the chain.Walking through the fire, dancing in the pain.They want to see him drop, they want him weak.But the thunder's gonna echo when he speak.Yeah, the kid from the bottom gonna rise.See the raw truth shining in his eyes.Outro: The ShiftScars on his chest, but his vision is clear.No more hiding out, no more feeding fear.Squeaky drops the mic, lets the beat fade slow.From the lowest valley, watch the giant grow.
