Dig My Fortune ?

In ’91, a man took his shovel, Pulled me from the dirt, said, “You’re bound for trouble.” Said, “You’ll walk a long road fueled by rage — You’re barely born, and I’ve already set the stage.”* He raised me to my feet, brushed off the clay, Said, “You’ll learn the line between pain and play.” Between those who cry, and those who weep, Those who stay awake, and those who fall asleep. [Chorus] Caution’s for cowards. Fear’s a chain. Break it, boy — dig again. Dig deep enough… you’ll find your name. [Verse 2 – slow rap, low tone] We walked through the hard, collecting regrets, Pressed me in his image, breath for breath. Said, “You know those thoughts that fill your head?” “Let’s twist ’em, son — trade grief for dread.” How about pain? How about anxiety? How about the fear you’ll never find sobriety? That lack of restraint — that’s divinity. He said, “You ain’t cursed, you’re your own enemy.” [Chorus] Caution’s for cowards. Fear’s a chain. Break it, boy — dig again. Dig deep enough… you’ll find your name. [Bridge] To be unique is to live untamed, To be understood is to die unnamed. He said, “Let’s carve your mind from matches — Never meant to be a flame.”* So I dug. Dug deeper every day, For those who love me, For those who pray. My hands blistered — they bled and frayed, Until I looked up, and he just said... [Chorus] Caution’s for cowards. Fear’s a chain. Break it, boy — dig again. Dig deep enough… you’ll find your name. [Outro / Reflection] Why’s depth the measure of worth, not the effort on display? Why’s the hole we dug praised more than the price we pay? We chase validation like it’s proof we’re okay, And call it growth ‘cause it looks well-made.