Exiled

Yeah…

They said I don’t belong here

Too much noise, too much truth, too much fear

But that’s the point, right?

They don’t throw out the weak…

They exile the threat.

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I’ve been boxed in, locked out, thrown to the side

But pressure makes diamonds, I learned that in time

Tried to kill the spark, now I burn like a riot

Don’t fit their script—guess I’ll write it

They told me sit down, blend in, fade out

But I don’t fold—I break out

They built walls, I brake them down

I turned there lyrics into something real

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They don’t know what they started

Every scar just made me stronger

I’m not lost, I’m just departed

From a world that plays it guarded

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This ain’t for the perfect

This is for the rejected

For the misfits, the restless

For the ones they disrespected

Now we dancing on they’re graves

Now we making our place

Now that we’re exiled we’re being real

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[DROP – instrumental, hybrid trap, cinematic brass, chopped vocals)

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I don’t play for approval

I don’t beg for a seat

I built my own empire

Now they beg for mercy

This ain’t anger—this is focus

This ain’t rage—this is purpose

They tried to erase us

Now we flood through the surface

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Outcast, never back down

Black sheep, still wear the crown

They shut the door, we kicked it down

Now we run this battleground

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You ever feel too real for the world around you?

Like there in a simulation and your living reality

not very fair but we gotta make it…

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Funny how they feared the noise…

Until we became the voice.

Exiled.

But never erased.