I was born on the asphalt, where the sun does not enter, Among the shadows, I learned to survive. The hard streets, hunger as a sentence, But I wanted more, I wanted out. With fists and empty promises, I'll climb to the top. No matter the price, no matter the road, I'm going to be somebody, even if it's at their expense. I saw the opulence from my broken window, The life of luxury across the street. I learned quickly, shrewdly and unscrupulously, That to climb, you have to step and not fall. With fists and empty promises, I'll climb to the top. No matter the price, no matter the way, I'm going to be someone, even if it's at their expense. Betrayals, lies, the game is dirty, But I adapt, in my skin I wear the mud. I'll sell my soul, if that's what I play, To escape this hell and reach the lighthouse. With empty fists and empty promises, I'll climb to the top. No matter the price, no matter the way, I'm going to be somebody, even if it's at their expense. And when I reach the top, I'll look back, I'll see my reflection in the night glass. But in my soul, I'll know the price was dear, Though now I shine with a light that's not mine.
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