Don’t compare that road to mine. Nah. You see the man. You missed the miles. Don’t compare your road to mine, I was grown before my time. I could sell a dream just fine, but that dream was never mine. Had to lose it, had to bleed, had to learn what I don’t need. Now I write what kept me breathing, build the world they couldn’t see. You see the man, you missed the miles, so don’t say that you know me. I had grown-man weight in a young boy’s chest, had to learn real quick how to hide that stress. Had bills in the room before I knew what bills meant, saw a good heart break when the wrong hands spent. I was young, but the world didn’t care about age, had to flip that pain into something that paid. Cold calls, closed doors, names on a screen, learned how to sell folks someone else’s dream. Turned “no” into bread, turned pressure to skill, smiled through the static, stayed sharp for the kill. Had a pitch in my mouth, had rust in my veins, made checks off charm while I swallowed the strain. People see that part and think that was the win, like a suit and a sale means a man fits in. But a clean little check don’t quiet the soul, when the thing you were built for keeps knocking below. Don’t weigh my life on your bathroom scale, I paid in years you couldn’t tell. I wasn’t lucky, I wasn’t wild, I was built by miles. Don’t compare your road to mine, I was grown before my time. I could sell a dream just fine, but that dream was never mine. Had to lose it, had to bleed, had to learn what I don’t need. Now I write what kept me breathing, build the world they couldn’t see. You see the man, you missed the miles, so don’t say that you know me. Then I shielded mine when the roof came down, lost peace, lost sleep, lost solid ground. Cost me the bag, cost me friends again, but blood don’t ask what the rescue spends. Had my name in rooms where the truth got bent, had my back to the wall with the last dime spent. They talk like they know what the fall should be, but they never had to choose between pride and peace. Now I scribble on parchment like rent’s in the ink, one eye on the page, one foot on the brink. Half my sight gone, whole vision got mean, I see more now than they saw in dreams. Blood on the Mic when the truth gets loud, old ghosts in the room but I don’t back down. Writing scrolls out the wreckage pile, turning “he won’t” into “watch this now.” No crown, no throne, no polished smile, just a worn-out soul with a witness file. They ask why I’m sharp, why I don’t bend, why I cut through fake, why I don’t pretend. I grew up quick where the lights got thin, had to build my way with the walls caved in. They see the harvest and envy the field, but they don’t know what that dirt concealed. Don’t weigh my life on your bathroom scale, I paid in years you couldn’t tell. I wasn’t chosen, I wasn’t wild, I was built by miles. Don’t compare your road to mine, I was grown before my time. I could sell a dream just fine, but that dream was never mine. Had to lose it, had to bleed, had to learn what I don’t need. Now I write what kept me breathing, build the world they couldn’t see. You see the man, you missed the miles, so don’t say that you know me. You saw the posts, not the pressure. Saw the smile, not the weather. Saw the name, not the nights I had to crawl back together. You saw the wins, not the warnings. Saw the light, not the mourning. Saw the road when it opened, not the years I spent forcing. You can want my view, not my climb. You can want my peace, not my mind. You can want my name, not my scars. You can want my light, not my dark. You can count my steps from the place I stand, but you missed every time I had dirt in my hands. You can say what you think when you see me smile, but you don’t know the man if you missed the miles. Don’t compare your road to mine, I was grown before my time. I could sell a dream just fine, but that dream was never mine. Had to lose it, had to bleed, had to learn what I don’t need. Now Blood on the Mic ain’t a name to me, it’s the sound of who I fought to be. You see the man, you missed the miles, so don’t say that you know me. You see the man. You missed the miles. Don’t compare that road to mine. Don’t say that you know me. Blood on the Mic is now streaming on Amazon Music, Spotify, Pandora, YouTube Music, and other major platforms. Thanks for listening and supporting the world we’re building.
