Life don’t wait. it don’t pause for the weak, the dreaming, the tired—
i been running through streets that smell like rain and regret
and love, yeah love, it hits soft sometimes, but other times—
it’s a fist to the chest, knocks the air right outta you
and i learn quick, breathe slow, step careful
‘cause every misstep echoes like a drum in my skull
Mama said life’s a teacher
but i been in classrooms with no roof, no walls
just chaos for a syllabus
heartbreak for homework
and stress, stress the size of skyscrapers
looming over my chest, over my sleep,
over the dreams i try to stitch together like tattered jeans
and setbacks, man, they sit heavy
like broken ribs after a fight you didn’t ask for
like a record scratch in the middle of your favorite song
and you just… keep walking, keep talking, keep rhyming
even when the world tries to mute you
Love shows up in the cracks
where the light barely reaches
in stolen glances and late-night laughs
but it’s fragile, slippery, like trying to hold smoke in your palms
and yet we chase it
we chase it like it’s the last train out
‘cause without it, the streets are quieter
but inside, the silence is louder
I spit bars at the ceiling
counting the cracks, tracing my own reflection
thinking how every setback is a remix
every heartbreak a verse
every stress a bassline
i ride it, i flip it, i bleed it out in rhythm
‘cause life don’t hand you a script
you write it in the margins
you curse the ink, you curse the pain, you curse the love
and still, still you write
Yeah, life hits
love hits
stress hits
setbacks hit
but i hit harder
i hit through the chaos
through the nights with no sleep
through the ghosts of mistakes
through the weight of wanting something better
and i keep running
keep talking
keep rhyming
till my lungs burn, till my hands bleed
till the world remembers my name
or forgets me altogether
doesn’t matter
‘cause i am here
and i am alive
and i am still