Overcoming the Storm

Yeah. Came from the bottom where the knights don't sleep. Dreams got robbed,

man, that shit cut deep. Ain't no handouts, had to grind

for the keep. Now I'm standing tall where the fake ones creep. They said I'd

never make it, but I'm still right here. Whole block talk loud,

I don't hear that fear. Every scar on my skin, that's pain,

that's gear. Been through hell and back, now the lane look clear.

I'm too real for the fake talk. Too cold when I make walks.

They all bark when the mics off. But I light sparks when the