Ink and Voice Unite

The battle begins. I drip ink, I write truth, I'm the backbone of the plan.

From calligraphy dreams to bars written by hand. I draft the vision,

I sketch the play. No mic, no hype, I still run

the day . I amplify thoughts, I make 'em collide . Turn whispers to

anthems, let the feelings ride . You can write

all night, but without my sound. Your genius stays stuck on the

page, never found. Scene three, escalation. They circle each

other dramatically. I'm precision, intention, every word is clean.