[Trap Soul] — I remember prayin’ in the dark, no reply, just the echo, Feelin’ like a ghost in the flesh — heart hollow, steps mellow. Sleepin’ on floors with my pride on the pillow, Tellin’ God, “If I wake tomorrow, make me a symbol.” Stomach growlin’ while I’m smilin’ for my kids’ sake, Lights off, but they ain’t know I couldn’t lift the weight. Still showed up with a cape they couldn’t see — Had no strength for myself, but gave them all of me. They ain’t never seen the part where I was breakin’ down, Hidin’ tears behind my hoodie just to face the crowd. Tryna hold it in — pain echo through my pen, Turned my notebook to a temple where the healing begin. I ain’t fold, I ain’t run, I ain’t beg for respect — Had to earn every ounce with the time I had left. Now I’m standin’ on the pain, it became my protection — Swear to God, every scar was worth the reflection. [Hook/Chorus - Harmonized] I was broke but I still made it stretch, Took the pain, turned it all into steps. I was sleep-deprived, chasin’ a check, Feelin’ like I died, but I never left. Kept receipts from the times I was doubted, Kept the pain real quiet — never shouted. They ain’t see the work, just the outcome, But I bled for this, I ain’t outdone. Mama ain’t call, but my kids do, So I answer that ring like it’s big news. I was runnin’ on fumes, still ten toes, Had to hustle with tears in my gym clothes. Couldn’t post pain — had to tuck that, Put my head down, told ’em, “Run that.” Now I’m up, but I’m humble with direction — Still movin’ like I never had a second. [Verse 2] I gave my all to the ones that deserved me, Even when I was broken, I still moved sturdy. Still showed love when the world moved dirty, Still gave grace to the ones who hurt me. Had to learn peace ain’t loud — it’s chosen. Had to find God in the moments I was frozen. Now my shorty got a man that she can lean on, Now my kids got a dad they can dream on. Used to beg for love, now I give it to myself, Used to doubt my worth, now I see the wealth. Not in chains or the clout or the views I get — But in every time I rose when I could’ve quit. Every “no” that I flipped into somethin’ greater, Every season I was quiet but became the maker. Yeah, I suffered, but I never lost direction — Now I’m livin’ proof pain leads to protection.

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