Shadows: A Journey Through Darkness and Light Track

Lyrics by me, beat and vocals by Suno AI. Enjoy!



Lyrics:



I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies nightly, cracked windows and flickering lights beThe only warmth in a place where the cold don’t bite me—it hugs, then it fights me,Mama’s voice trembling, yelling out, “Why me?” Pops left early, the bottle was grimy,Pain in the pantry, hunger beside me, scribbled my soul in a notebook to find me.

Roaches on ceilings, the heater was broke, we heated our hands on the back of the stove,Sleeping in coats, the city was froze, dreams buried deep where the concrete grows,I learned how to flow from the pain in my toes, from the nights I was told “that’s just how it goes,”But I rose like the smoke when the building explodes—survival’s an art and I painted in prose.

Streetlights flicker, they danced on my page, each line that I wrote was a break from the cage,My pen was a weapon, my pad was a stage, I bled in the margins and fought through the rage,The hood never sleeps, it just tosses and turns, ambition gets shot before it ever learns,But I studied the flame when the hopelessness burned, and I turned every loss to a lesson I earned.

My brothers were prophets in hand-me-down denim, still quoting Pac when the lights went dimmer,Corner store dinner, cup noodles and venom, I’d write ‘til my fingers were numb from the rhythm,Graffiti on trains, I’d decipher the wisdom, the walls told stories they never could prison,I ain’t have a father, but I had a vision—I found God in the cracks of a busted transmission.

Gunshots rang like applause from the wicked, every bullet a truth that the news never mentioned,I didn’t need church, I had pain and conviction, I spit Psalms in alleys with bars of affliction,Survived off addiction, eviction, and friction—still built a throne from a page and a mission,My tears hit the beat like a holy submission, I found peace in the breaks, found hope in the rhythm.

I was broke but I wrote like I owned every verse, like my pain was the canvas and silence was cursed,Like each rhyme was a lifeline pulling me first from the dirt where my dreams were abandoned at birth,Like the hearse couldn’t hold what I carried inside, like the street had a soul and it spoke when I cried,Like the notebook I scribbled was keeping me alive—like each bar that I spit was a reason I survived.

Now look—I’m still that kid from the corners and codes,Where pain is a shadow that follows you close,But I crafted a crown from the cuts and the lows,And I rose with a voice that was built from the blows.

I’m the product of foster homes, stress, and despair,Of late rent notices, silence, and stares,Of walking through chaos like none of it’s there,But now I spit scripture—this ink is a prayer.

I’m the ghetto’s redemption, the rose from the ruin,The spark in the spark plug, the truth in the music,The reason a kid on the block keeps pursuing,‘Cause if I could make it, then they could keep moving.

I ain’t rich, I’m just healed with a lyrical stitch,I ain’t famous, I’m flames from the depths of a ditch,I’m the voice of the lost, the forgotten, the pitched,Who turned pain into purpose and made that shit hit.

So I bless every cipher like I’m breaking bread,With the souls of the fallen and the dreams they bled,I was broken, betrayed, I was hanging by thread—Now I’m stitching the sky with the rhymes in my head.

I came from a home that was shattered in glass,But I’m building a future that’s meant to outlast,I’m the sound of resilience, the beat in the crash—A poet from struggle who turned pain into class.

I’m ink from the asphalt, script from the wound,A ghetto-raised prophet with bars for a tomb,I was born in the shadows but crafted my bloom,Now I write like the sun gonna rise in my room.

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