They told me to soften it… To hide the edges… To make the truth easier to swallow. But some things… Can’t be polished. Some things… Are too raw. I’m raw — unfiltered, uncut, I speak fire, straight from the gut. Ain’t got nothing to prove to none of y’all, I rip off the mask and watch the truth fall. I don’t mean to offend, but I won’t apologize, I’m cutting through the shadows, exposing the lies. I spent too many years swallowing words, While the weight of silence was all I heard. A smile on my face, but a storm underneath, Holding back thunder, grinding my teeth. Every scar tells a story I refused to erase, Every battle left a mark, every fall left a trace. How long can a person pretend? How long can a heart keep bending? Before the voice inside says… Enough. I’m TOO RAW… I’m too real to hide away. Too alive to fade into the gray. I speak my truth, I carry my scars, I’m not ashamed of the wounds that made me who we are. I’m TOO RAW… No filter, no disguise. I’d rather stand alone than live behind a lie. You can judge me, you can walk away… But I’ll still be standing at the end of the day. Biting my tongue left permanent scars, Now these words break free like prison bars. Years of pretending everything was fine, While pieces of myself were left behind. I learned that silence has a price, And fake peace can cut like a knife. Sometimes the truth shakes the ground, Sometimes the lost voice has to be found. I’m not here to tear people down, I’m here to stop wearing a crown Made from expectations and borrowed names… I’m stepping out of somebody else’s frame. I’ve been broken. I’ve been bent. I’ve been pushed to the edge again. But every piece they thought was gone… Built the person standing on. I’m TOO RAW… I’m too real to hide away. Too alive to fade into the gray. I speak my truth, I carry my scars, Every mark is proof of how strong we are. I’m TOO RAW… No filter, no disguise. I see through the smoke, I see through the lies. I won’t be silent just to make you comfortable… I was never meant to be controllable. Tenacious like a bulldog… Locked onto the truth. Not because I hate… Because I remember what silence can do. Every scar… Every lesson… Every road I survived… Brought me here. Still breathing. Still alive. Let the walls shake. Let the truth speak. Let the old version of me disappear. I’m TOO RAW… And I’m finally free. No more chains wrapped around me. I’ll carry my scars like a battle song, Proof that I survived everything that came along. I’m TOO RAW… And I won’t apologize. For the fire in my soul. For the truth in my eyes. I’m not perfect… I’m not made of stone… But I’d rather be real… Than fake my way home. Unfiltered. Uncut. Still standing. Still true. Too raw… Because that’s who I am.
