Had friends turn to ghosts, left me feeling alone, But I learned to be strong, made the pain my own. Through the struggles and strife, I found my tone, Now I’m spitting raw truth, like I’m carving in stone. 😢
I came from the bottom, where the shadows creep, Lost in the hustle, couldn’t find no sleep. Every tear I shed, it carved my soul deep, But I rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, I leap.
Had friends turn to ghosts, left me feeling alone,
But I learned to be strong, made the pain my own.
Through the struggles and strife, I found my tone,
Now I’m spitting raw truth, like I’m carving in stone. 😢
good one
I came from the bottom, where the shadows creep,
Lost in the hustle, couldn’t find no sleep.
Every tear I shed, it carved my soul deep,
But I rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, I leap.
spitting raw truth