[Intro: Spoken, Tense] They still ask what I did back then. I just smile. Some chapters don't need a title. [Verse 1: 2018–2019 Rising] Eighteen, had a hustle that I engineered from ASHES, Built a whole empire out of handshakes and TRANSACTIONS No one gave me PASSES, I was manufacturing TRACTION, Every move CALCULATED, turning nothing into FRACTIONS. Nineteen, I was REVVING while they PEDALED on a BICYCLE, Had the game on CRUISE CONTROL, the grind was almost BIBLICAL Flipping situations, making MIRACLES look TYPICAL, People lined up at my DOOR 'cause the results were always CRITICAL. They called me DRIVEN double meaning, get the PICTURE? I was steering every deal while they were STALLING in the Scripture Trusted every PASSENGER, gave 'em keys to my IGNITION, Didn't know they'd CRASH the whole thing on a SELFISH mission. [Chorus: Aggressive] I gave 'em FUEL and they BURNED me, Gave 'em ROAD and they TURNED me Into roadkill on the highway of my OWN dream But the engine's STILL running, you hear that? That's ME. [Verse 2: 2020–2021 Peak Rage] Twenty saw the SNAKES shed their COSTUMES at the TABLE, Invested in their FABLES, now the FOUNDATION'S unstable Every deal a DAGGER, every SMILE was a SETUP, Everybody ATE and then they LEFT me with the DEBT, what? Twenty-one I'm WRECKED yeah I'll ADMIT it, I was FADED, Medicated, isolated, everything I built EVAPORATED Numb to every feeling so I DROWNED in what would SEDATE it, Self-destructed, HATED what I saw, mirror SHATTERED, DEVASTATED. I was GASOLINE pretending to be WATER, One spark from BURNING every BRIDGE and every BORDER But even at my LOWEST, even POISONED, even BROKEN, Something in my CHEST kept beating WORDS that went UNSPOKEN. [Chorus: Rawer, Cracking] I gave 'em FUEL and they BURNED me, Gave 'em ROAD and they TURNED me Into roadkill on the highway of my OWN dream But the engine's still running… barely. But it's ME. [Verse 3: 2022–2023 Anger Cooling] Twenty-two, I killed the NOISE, sat ALONE inside the WRECKAGE, Studied every LOSS like it was SCRIPTURE, found the MESSAGE Dark rooms, no WITNESS, just a man and his REFLECTION, Learning that the BREAKDOWN was the START of RESURRECTION. Twenty-three, I WATCHED 'em all in SILENCE like a SURGEON, Every face a FILE now, every word required a VERDICT Careful with the CIRCLE, razor-thin the new PERIMETER, Trust is not a GIFT now, it's a PRIVILEGE with a FILTER, uh. Anger turning QUIET, rage converting into PATIENCE, Fury into FOCUS, every scar became a STATION On the road to something BIGGER than REVENGE or REPUTATION I was building ME this time, not a business, not a NATION. [Bridge: Piano Only, Whispered] And then she came. Tiny fingers. Changed everything. [Verse 4: 2024–2026 Calm, Certain] Twenty-four, a daughter in my arms and suddenly the NOISE stopped, Every scar made SENSE now, every LOSS became a SIGNPOST I survived the WRECKAGE not for VENGEANCE, not for PAYBACK, But to hold this LITTLE GIRL and say "your daddy MADE it SAFE back." Not naive I see the GAME now, every ANGLE, every BLINDSPOT, Recovered with my EYES OPEN, standing in a DIFFERENT TIME SLOT Twenty-five, new SKILLS loaded, new MIND coded, The man they tried to BURY found the SEED and he OUTGREW it. Twenty-six and this is JUST the IGNITION, Not the FINISH line, this is the STARTING POSITION Every year a CYLINDER, the ENGINE's got PRECISION, I'm the vehicle they TOTALED that came back a DIFFERENT EDITION. Switched the TRANSMISSION, rewired my CONDITION, They were WISHING for my DEMOLITION but I SHIFTED the COLLISION Into FUEL for ACQUISITION call it CRASH-COURSE AMMUNITION, Now I'm CRUISING past the WRECKAGE with a CRYSTAL-CLEAR VISION. They see me in the REARVIEW and they're PANICKING in TRAFFIC, I was PARKED inside the DARKNESS, now the COMEBACK is AUTOMATIC No mechanic, no MAGIC just a man who chose to PATCH it, Every dent a BADGE of DAMAGE that I FLIPPED into an ASSET. New PAINT, new FRAME, new LANE, same NAME, Same FLAME that they tried to TAME it became The engine of a MAN they can't CONTAIN, I don't PARK anymore I REIGN. [Outro: Spoken, Calm Piano, Almost Whispering] They keep asking what I used to do. I let 'em wonder. The mystery's worth more than the answer. All I know is I walked into the fire in 2020… crawled through the dark in '22… and in 2024, a little girl grabbed my finger and pulled me into the light. Nine years. New engine. Same soul. This is just the ignition. [End]
