🎤 [Intro – 2 Bars] Systems fried, I breathe through broken signals, Truth coded deep in scars — encrypted rituals. --- 🧠 [Verse 1 – 16 Bars] Born beneath concrete storms, thunder spoke Latin, Digits dance daily, destiny ain't random. Keys in the dirt, I composed fate’s anthem, Mirrors crack lies, every shard held a tantrum. Never blink near shadows; wisdom wears silence, Lessons stitched tight inside violence. Woke from circuits — dreams carved with defiance, Balance feels foreign when survival breeds science. Pressure builds language, I write in distortions, Patched my lungs with verses, exhaled misfortunes. Trust doesn’t echo, I lean into distortions, Drip came from droughts, not corporate endorsements. My pulse don't panic — pain crafted momentum, Files erased love, replaced raw venom. Strangers wore masks, hearts hid agendas, Soul don’t glitch — it just edits its sentence. --- 🌀 [Hook – 8 Bars] Glitch in my soul, never lost — just rewritten, Every ghost I buried still sends me encrypted. Truth don’t lie, it morphs through friction, Love turned illusion, now I date intuition. Voices in the static keep telling me “listen,” But signals from heaven ain’t clear in this prison. Glitch in my soul, I evolved through the system, No restart, no cap, just unfiltered precision. --- 🧊 [Verse 2 – 16 Bars] Blueprints of hunger, I drew from the gutter, Wounds raised my tone — I skipped learning to stutter. Cold gripped my spine, but I danced with the shutter, Every click framed war, no filters, no buffer. Clock ticked backward, I lived past predictions, Came from a block where the math birthed convictions. Every step layered in ghost-like friction, I bled ink, spilled knowledge through fiction. Faith ain’t a sermon, it’s motion through doubt, And trust gets taxed when real ones reroute. Tears taste metallic, joy never sprouts, Where angels get clipped, and loyalty shouts. I speak fluent grind, pain's my curriculum, Scripts dropped gold without seeking a minimum. Time don’t heal, it stores equilibrium, Truth glitches loud when you move like a synonym. --- 💔 [Bridge – 4 Bars] I was born without rest, slept next to weapons, Every breath a file, each regret a confession. Hope don’t echo — just moves with discretion, My soul ain't lost — it just rewrote the question. --- 🎤 [Outro – 2 Bars] No restart needed — I built through collapse, Every glitch divine — just code in a trap.

Glitch In My Soul