[Hook] Golden hour on my face, but the shadows stay near, Tryna level up my life while I wrestle my fear. Every step I take forward got me draggin’ a past, But I turn my pain to profit, nothin’ here goes to waste. I’ve been runnin’ through the dark, tryna carve me a lane, If the sky gon’ break open, let it pour on my name. I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t fold under pressure— I’m the storm in slow motion, I’m the time they won’t measure. [Verse 1] Yeah, look— I’ve been stuck inside a cycle that was built on survival, Read the Bible, then I’m rival to the demons I stifle. Multi-syllable disciple with a mind like a rifle, Every line is a revival from the nights I was frightful. Golden hour on my wrist, but my heart’s in the gutter, Family dinners feel colder, bonds are thin like the butter. I’ve been speakin’ to my future with the voice of another— Told myself I’d never break, I keep it stitched like a brother. Used to dream about the life where the money was clean, Where the mirror didn’t crack from the things that I’ve seen. Now I’m cuttin’ every fear like a blade through the screen, Got the courage of a lion in the frame of a teen. I’m a product of mistakes that I turned to a plan, I’m the voice of every kid who had to grow as a man. If they judge me off the rumors, they don’t know who I am— I got trauma in my chest, but ambition in my hands. [Hook] Golden hour on my face, but the shadows stay near, Tryna level up my life while I wrestle my fear. Every step I take forward got me draggin’ a past, But I turn my pain to profit, nothin’ here goes to waste. I’ve been runnin’ through the dark, tryna carve me a lane, If the sky gon’ break open, let it pour on my name. I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t fold under pressure— I’m the storm in slow motion, I’m the time they won’t measure.
