Woke up to the same ceiling crack, dream

Woke up to the same ceiling crack, dream still on backorder, Bills stack taller than my confidence, pride taking the slaughter, Hustle so quiet neighbors think I'm unemployed, Heart racing double-time but the progress feel destroyed, Friends turn ghost when the pockets start to echo, Still grinding in the dark where the winners never go, One day this pain gon' be the verse that they scream at every show.Fell so hard the ground cracked, ego in a body bag, Tears mixed with concrete, but I never waved the white flag, Every L was tuition, paid in pain, no receipt, Turned bruises to blueprints, now the vision concrete, They laughed at the stumble, now they study the rise, Phoenix in these veins, watch me burn through the lies, Failure tried to bury me – joke's on it, I'm the roots and the skiesSlept on cold floor in Accra, dreams drowned in last month's rent, Failed that hustle twice, stomach growled while pride took every hit, Mama's prayers echo in my skull, tears burned tracks down dusty cheeks, Got laughed at by the boys on the block, called me "finished" in the streets, But I rose spitting fire, turned rejection into fuel that never sleeps, Now every scar's a story, every fall carved the king you see, Failure knocked me flat – I stood up taller, now the crown fits me