الاغنية الاولى
• Written by user50485437
Came from the silence, now I’m the storm,
Whippin’ through the night in a blacked-out form,
Voices in my head, yeah, they keep me warm,
But I’m cold to the core like a shadow was born.
City full of smoke, but I see real clear,
Snakes in the grass, so I move with fear,
Pain in my chest, but I show no tear,
Now the crown on my head, make the devil cheer.
Blood in my pen, write verses like spells,
Soul in the beat, every kick, every snare tells,
Metro in the cut, got the bass from hell,
If I fall in the dark, best believe I fell well.
I don’t chase fame, I let it haunt my name,
Enemies close, but they play no game,
Mirror talkin’ back, sayin’ “Bro, you changed,”
Told him “Nah, I grew while they stayed the same.”
Whip ghost mode, I don’t need no crew,
Trust is a luxury I never outgrew,
Pressure made diamonds, but the scars still true,
Got wolves at my side, and the moon's my view.
They pray for my fall like it’s Sunday night,
But I rise from the ash like I breathe in spite,
Voices in the dark still guiding my write,
Ink bleeds pain but the bars feel right.
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user50485437
Member since April 26 2025