They begging him, “Aye… Please stay the pace.” Fighting demons tryna reawake, Ripping out the page. Living through the pain, Still carrying weight. Still awake through the night— What the fuck it’s gonna take To finally break the cage? Aye… Ace… Give the man some space. Pressure building every second, See it written on his face. How much do they think One soul can really take, Before he starts bleeding Every ounce onto the page? This is how I deal with my problems. How I conquer my brain. How I stand in the fire While they all run from the flames. How I carry every loss Without forgetting the names. How I built a better man Outta anger and pain. Aye… Ace… Stop living in hate. Quit burying emotions, Dig ’em outta the grave. Take ’em straight to the page, Put ’em right in they place. Every verse another breath. Every bar my escape. This is my space. My place. Where I stay sane. Where every broken thought Gets rewritten through pain. Where the ink turns red Like it’s pumping my veins. Where the beat gets my heartbeat Beating again. Still losing my sanity. Still fighting gravity. Still burying deadlines Like jewelry in the vanity. Everybody love the shine, Nobody studies the tragedy. They only see the chains— Never how they became a casualty. This ain’t gold till you make it. Pressure made every karat. Y’all hear me crystal clear? Or is honesty too embarrassing? I don’t polish my truth. I let the rough edges carry it. Real recognize real… The fake just inherit it. Stop sparing excuses. Stop blaming the past. The mirror don’t lie— It remembers every mask. Every crack got a story. Every scar got a task. You either face what broke you… Or become it at last. I spent nights with the ceiling Trying not to lose my mind. Every second felt borrowed. Every hour did time. Looking for a sign… Only found another rhyme. So I sharpened every word Till the verses became knives. Never needed validation. Never begged for acceptance. Pain became my language, Now these bars my confession. Every setback gave direction. Every loss taught a lesson. Now they feel every line Like a loaded Smith & Wesson. You wasn’t there when the lights died. You wasn’t there for the cold nights. You wasn’t there when I questioned If I’d ever make my whole life. Now you hear the conviction In every line that I write. I turned every wrong move Into a blueprint to get right. This ain’t rap. This evidence. Every page got fingerprints. Every scar left residue. Every loss left sediment. I built my own backbone Outta broken confidence. Now every bar hit different ’Cause the pain got intelligence. Aye… Ace… Keep your foot on they neck. Never let ‘em tell you That your scars ain’t worth respect. ‘Cause the man that survives Ain’t the one who screams the best— It’s the one who keeps swinging With his heart hanging out his chest.
