[Chorus:] From the cold nights, hunger pains, Dreams lit up like subway flames, Stackin’ hope in empty jars, Reachin’ past these broken stars. No silver spoon, just grit and soul, Every scar’s a stepping stone, We ain’t born to just survive— We’re built to rise, we’re built to thrive. [Verse 1] I came from where the sirens preach, the corners teach, Where every handshake got a lesson underneath. Mama said, “Son, don’t just eat— feed minds,” So I rhyme like I’m buildin’ bridges in decline. No cosigns, just closed blinds and open wounds, Tryna bloom in a room full of broken tunes. I treat folks how I want ‘em to see me—clear, Not as a threat, but alike a reflection in a mirror they respect, not fear. Every dollar’s a parable, every hustle’s a prayer, I walk like my soul got equity in despair. Still I stare at the skyline, scriptin’ my fate, With a pad full of pain and a pen full of Stories to Tell. [Chorus] From the cold nights, hunger pains, Dreams lit up like subway flames, Stackin’ hope in empty jars, Reachin’ past these broken stars. No silver spoon, just grit and soul, Every scar’s a stepping stone, We ain’t born to just survive— We’re built to rise, we’re built to thrive. [Verse 2] I don’t flex for the gram, I invest in the fam, Tryna flip generational curses to a brand. They see the grind, but not the gears in my chest, Where I measure success by the peace I possess. I speak truth in a cipher, no mask, no gimmicks, Just a mind that’s been sharpened by minutes and limits. Treat a man like a king, even if he’s broke, ‘Cause dignity ain’t somethin’ you pawn for hope. I walk humble, but my thoughts loud as sirens, Tryna turn trauma into timeless diamonds. So when they judge me, let ‘em see the architect, Who built from respect, not just a check. [Chorus] From the cold nights, hunger pains, Dreams lit up like subway flames, Stackin’ hope in empty jars, Reachin’ past these broken stars. No silver spoon, just grit and soul, Every scar’s a stepping stone, We ain’t born to just survive— We’re built to rise, we’re built to thrive. [Verse 3] I write my name in the margins of fate’s old ledger, Where the ink bleeds truth and the lines hold pressure. Every setback’s a setup, I decode the signs, Like graffiti prophets taggin’ hope between the lines. I move like a whisper in a world that screams, Where loyalties currency and silence redeems. I don’t beg for a seat— I carve out my own table, Built from the splinters of dreams that weren’t stable. They see the scars, not the sermons when someone is able.. [Chorus] From the cold nights, hunger pains, Dreams lit up like subway flames, Stackin’ hope in empty jars, Reachin’ past these broken stars. No silver spoon, just grit and soul, Every scar’s a stepping stone, We ain’t born to just survive— We’re built to rise, we’re built to thrive.
