Glitch In My Soul

🎤 [Intro – 2 Bars]

Systems fried, I breathe through broken signals,

Truth coded deep in scars — encrypted rituals.

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🧠 [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.

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🌀 [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.

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🧊 [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.

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💔 [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.

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🎤 [Outro – 2 Bars]

No restart needed — I built through collapse,

Every glitch divine — just code in a trap.