Lyrics
Yo, it started in the shadows, where the sun barely shines,
A kid scribblin’ rhymes, lost in chaotic designs,
Fighting demons in my head, they were loud as a crowd,
Whispers of doubt, like a storm, they were proud.
I was the joker, the misfit, the outcast in class,
Had a tongue like a dagger, cuttin' deep with the sass.
Momma said, “Son, don’t you dare lose your spark,”
But the world felt heavy, and I was lost in the dark.
Chorus
From the basement to the stage, I’m breakin’ these chains,
Risin’ up from the ashes, I’m dancing in flames.
Life’s a game of chess, I’m checkmating my pain,
Through the highs and the lows, I’m still here, I remain.
Verse 2
Fast forward, now I’m spittin’ bars in the booth,
Every line a reflection, every word is the truth.
I’m the phoenix, I’m the fire, I’m the storm that won’t quit,
Turning pain into power, every punchline’s a hit.
Used to hide in the back, now I’m center stage bright,
With a mic in my hand, I’m igniting the night.
But it ain't just the glory, it’s the scars that I wear,
Each one tells a story, a reminder to care.
Chorus
From the basement to the stage, I’m breakin’ these chains,
Risin’ up from the ashes, I’m dancing in flames.
Life’s a game of chess, I’m checkmating my pain,
Through the highs and the lows, I’m still here, I remain.
Verse 3
Now I’m lookin’ back, see the kid in the rearview,
Every struggle, every tear, yeah, they built me anew.
I’m a blend of the madness, a splash of the sane,
With a heart full of dreams, and a mind that’s untamed.
Got my crew on my side, they’re my ride-or-die fam,
Together we rise, yeah, we know who I am.
So I’ll keep pushin’ forward, paint my life like a canvas,
With colors of the past, and the future, I’ll dance this.
Chorus
From the basement to the stage, I’m breakin’ these chains,
Risin’ up from the ashes, I’m dancing in flames.
Life’s a game of chess, I’m checkmating my pain,
Through the highs and the lows, I’m still here, I remain.
Outro
So here’s to the fighters, the dreamers, the lost,
We’ll rise from the darkness, no matter the cost.
With a pen as my sword, and my words as my shield,
In this game of survival, I refuse to yield.
Yeah, I’m the voice of the voiceless, the sound of the street,
With every beat of my heart, I’m reclaiming my seat.