Hidden In The Bars

I ain’t from the Hidden Leaf…

I’m from a cipher where silence teaches louder than sensei speeches.

Where the ink drips red like blood from old agreements,

And the pain turned my notebook into a temple of achievements.

 

I came from the gutters — no clan crest, no banner,

Just hunger molded sharper than Asuma’s chakra dagger.

Every loss a mission scroll, every scar an arc of grammar,

Turned my trauma into ninjutsu — the pen became my hammer.

 

Now I’m smithin’ verses like chakra through tenketsu,

Meditatin’ in the mist while I’m scribblin’ my next truth.

No jōnin to guide me, no elders to bless moves,

So I summoned inner peace — like I conjured a sage’s refuge.

 

See, I’m Naruto in the rain, writin’ pain in the margins,

Jiraiya with the ink — my bars leak like martyrs.

A shinobi of the struggle — every line a karmic garden,

Planted hope in the void, now I’m bloomin’ like I’m pardon’d.

 

I ain’t got a clan, I got convictions and a curse,

Every verse a sealing jutsu — I’m containin’ what hurts.

I channel my chakra in the cadence of words,

And let the beat bear the burden that the world never heard.

 

Born in the mist, raised by my own reflection,

Trained in the silence — pain became my weapon.

I studied the code: faith, honor, and confession,

Now I weave hand signs with my rhymes and intention.

 

Life ain’t a village, it’s a battlefield of schemes,

You either guard your scroll or they’ll infiltrate your dreams.

I walked through betrayals, through kunai of deceit,

Still carved a Hokage legacy with blisters on my feet.

 

See, I’ve been broke — chakra low, ramen cold,

But every hardship sculpted diamonds in my soul.

They tried to seal my will like a bijuu in control,

But I cracked every talisman and rewrote my scroll.

 

Hidden in the bars — my chakra concealed,

Every rhyme a revelation, every scar a seal.

You can’t decode my path, it’s encrypted in feels,

I’m the ninja with a pen — and my truth is my steel.

 

Hidden in the bars — where the shadows taught me art,

Every jutsu I compose is a healing from the start.

No Sharingan needed, I envision from the heart,

I’m the leaf that grew from pain — now I flourish in the dark.

 

I don’t wear a headband, I wear the weight of my trials,

Meditate in warzones, monk mind in exile.

Walk through Amaterasu flames with a poet’s denial,

Still I resurrect from ashes with a phoenix profile.

 

I seen Obito’s mirror — the mask of the lost,

But I chose not to hide — I paid the shinobi cost.

Sacrificed my innocence, gambled with my flaws,

Now I’m scribing destiny in kanji on these walls.

 

Konoha dreams in a Konohamaru hustle,

Turned my solitude to strength, my tears into muscle.

No sage scrolls — just notebooks full of struggle,

Now I channel Nine Tails fury through my subtle rebuttals.

 

Every metaphor a seal, every bar a release,

I’m the jinchūriki of grief, but I rap for peace.

Taught my demons diplomacy through ink and belief,

Now they guard my spirit like ANBU beneath.

 

Now I stand on the summit — no mask, no disguise,

Every wound’s a prophecy, every scar testifies.

I don’t chase validation, I’m the proof that survives,

The Hokage of my pen — where my legacy thrives.

 

They tried to write me off, I rewrote the scroll,

Now my ink bend dimensions, I’m in sage mode control.

I’m the storm and the calm, the fire and the soul,

Every verse is a jutsu — every rhyme takes its toll.

 

So when they ask “where you from?”, I don’t point to a map,

I say “I’m from where the shadows learn to sharpen they craft.”

I was hidden in the bars, now I’m breakin’ the clasp —

Every line’s a revelation… every word’s my Rasengan blast.

 

— silence —

Scroll closed.

Mission complete.

No hand signs needed… the pen’s elite. 🖋️🔥