[Section 1 – Spoken Narrative] I walk in streets that don’t belong to me, streets that shift their face at night depending on what the dark decides to show. I slept in garages, in silences too heavy to explain. The rest… you don’t talk about it. You just survive it. Still, I stand tall when the city tries to fold me. I breathe when nothing’s there to hold me. I’m alive — and that’s enough to keep moving. Met Coach K on a street corner, truth laid out raw on concrete. No act, no lights, just two eyes knowing the other won’t bluff. Pockets empty, certainty burning like a fuse. Joy sometimes feels like a slow-motion breakdown. [Section 2 – Rap Verse – Spoken Rhythmic] Two nights walking through Atlanta heat, concrete whispering under my feet. No shine, no crown, no mask to keep, just raw truth rising when the city sleeps. [Section 3 – Chorus + Outro – Low Sung / Spoken] Still, I stand tall when the city tries to fold me. I breathe when nothing’s there to hold me. I’m alive — and that’s enough to keep walking. Atlanta breaks me, Atlanta trains me, Atlanta lets me breathe between its cracks. I’m here. I hold. I rise — my way. Atlanta breaks me, Atlanta trains me, Atlanta lets me breathe between its cracks. I’m here. I hold. I rise — my way. my way. I rise — my way. (yeah) [outro]
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