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𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 👹👹
They said it’s over, I said it’s fate,
Burned every bridge, now there’s no escape.
Every cut, every scar that I take,
Carved in my skin, but I never break.
Shadow’s screaming, pain won’t fade,
Weight on my back, but I won’t cave.
One more step, one more breath,
Crawling through fire, out of this death.
Push forward, no way back,
Blood on my hands, but I stay on track.
Feel the weight, let it crush, don’t crack,
Pain is the debt, now I’m payin’ it back.
Push through, you were made for this,
Every fall just tightens your grip.
Bear the wounds, let ‘em cut so deep,
Crown on your head when you finally reap.
Lost in the dark but I found my name,
Carved it in stone so they know my pain.
Every nightmare, every tear, every scream,
Fuel to the fire, I was born to bleed.
No surrender, no rewind,
No escape, just the grind.
Hurt me now, make me crawl,
I take the pain—I take it all.
Push forward, no way back,
Scars turn to gold when you face the past.
Feel the weight, let it mold your path,
Pain is the price—you will outlast.
The idea#
Gym-floor scripture and underworld grit in the same breath: bridges burned, scars carved, weight welcomed so it can crush without cracking the will. Pain is debt being repaid, then price of outlasting—alchemy of hurt into gold, name carved so others know the cost.
No surrender, no rewind, only grind. The lyric does not romanticize ease; it romanticizes endurance until endurance becomes identity—“born to bleed,” crown after reaping. Dark, aggressive rap as engine. One may flinch at the absolutism and still recognize the useful lie that gets a body through another set, another night.
