VERSE 2 — RAP-ROCK / REBELLION Okay, kick that door—I came alive when they counted me dead, Had a war with my reflection, now we sharing the bed. Every scar on my skin got a story attached, I was striking every match ’cause I hated the dark. They said tone it down—nah, turn the whole thing louder, Built a backbone from the nights when my confidence shattered. I got thunder in my lungs, gasoline in the booth, You can hate the way I talk, you can’t argue with truth. I was young, pissed off, trying to outrun my past, Now I’m flooring every mile like the tank gotta last. Love came with a blade, fame came with a fee, Had to lose who they wanted just to find who was me. So put the drums on ten, let the whole room shake, I survived every version they expected me to fake. If tomorrow ain’t promised, then tonight I’m going crazy— Middle finger to the fear that was trying to contain me.
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