(Verse 1)

In the shadow of the bottles, where the truth gets hard to swallow,

Lived a kid with dreams bigger than the sorrow.

Momma's words, they sting, like a bee without a king,

Building castles from the scraps, oh, what a thing.

Words heavy, like the night, silence louder than the fights,

But in the heart of the storm, found the will to write.

Not just a survivor, but a thriver, a deep diver,

Into the ocean of pain, came out wiser, a striver.

(Chorus)

From the darkness of the night, to the morning's first light,

Turning shadows into stories, taking flight.

In the rhythm of the pain, found the strength to break the chain,

Rising up, breaking out, nothing was in vain.

(Verse 2)

Every lie that was told, every moment that felt cold,

Turned it into fuel, bold, stories to be sold.

Not defined by the past, but by the cast,

Of dreams and aspirations, vast, built to last.

Momma’s struggles, like a mirror, but the image starts to clear,

Seeing beyond the fear, the path begins to steer.

Towards a future self-made, where the debts of pain are paid,

With the music of the heart, a serenade, a crusade.

(Chorus)

From the ashes of the fight, to the dawn’s early light,

Found a voice, found a choice, a future bright.

In the cadence of the tears, overcame the childhood fears,

Rising up, standing tall, shifting gears.

(Bridge)

In the echo of the hurt, found a way to convert,

Pain into art, healing into alert.

A testimony, a story, of resilience and glory,

A rap not just of strife, but a victory, an allegory.

(Outro)

So here's to the journey, from the shadows to the stage,

Life's a book, and this is just the first page.

From the turmoil and the strife, carved out a slice of life,

Shadows into light, transformation rife.