[Intro – Spoken / Background Sample] You ever work ‘til your hands talk in blisters? Sleep on dreams ‘til they bleed into whispers? Yeah... this one’s for the ones still standin’. [Verse 1] Clocked in since the cradle, cradle turned to ash, Raised on ramen, roaches, and a father’s flask. Dreams stitched to denim, but the thread wore thin, Patching hopes on the corner where the cold seeps in. Resumé read like a prayer in reverse, Every line a sermon in survival or worse. Swept streets with ambition in a busted bag, While fate threw hooks like a prizefight stag. Rent due, soul taxed, back to the grind, He painted plans on the walls of his mind. But the world ain’t fair—it’s a crooked arcade, Where the coins get swallowed and dreams degrade. Hook (repeat as chorus) I built blueprints in the dust, Wrote my worth when the world said “rust.” Fell from grace with my fists still tight, Found my light after losin’ the fight. [Verse 2] Eviction came like a letter from God, Signed with silence, stamped by a landlord’s nod. Now he’s sleepin’ in a car with the seats reclined, Countin’ stars like regrets he can’t unwind. Cardboard castle, sidewalk throne, Whispers in rain became his metronome. He rhymed with rats in alleyway choirs, Burnin’ notebooks like ritual fires. Hunger taught rhythm, sorrow taught rhyme, The bars got sharper with each cold climb. He freestyled pain to the beat of the street, Wrote verses in vapor on winter’s breath heat. Hook (repeat as chorus) I built blueprints in the dust, Wrote my worth when the world said “rust.” Fell from grace with my fists still tight, Found my light after losin’ the fight. [Verse 3] One open mic in a backroom haze, Spit truth like a torch through the downtown maze. Crowd leaned in like fate was listenin’, Every word heavy, every silence glistenin’. A stranger filmed it—posted, viral, flame, Labels called, but he ghosted the game. Signed with a studio run by kids from his block, Made beats from bottle taps and metro clock knocks. Now he teaches young ones how to rhyme through rain, Gives shelter where bars once spelled only pain. Still walks humble, shoes worn thin, But he found a door where the cold once crept in. Hook (repeat as chorus) I built blueprints in the dust, Wrote my worth when the world said “rust.” Fell from grace with my fists still tight, Found my light after losin’ the fight.
