From the recording SCRIBBLED DREAMZ
Lyrics
SCRIBBLED DREAMS
I was a kid
with a notepad
full of futures,
scribbled dreams
in the margins,
hungry for the sutures
that stitch up
broken seams
then
life pulled the curtain,
said Marine first,
hand up
man up
pledge allegiance!
off to boot camp!
MAN UP!
Boots hit the pavement,
cadence taught me placements,
salutes taught me silence,
nights taught me patience.
I traded mixtapes for,
cadence and command,
learned to hold a rifle steady
and a pen in the other hand.
Every letter I wrote
was a promise to a younger me,
That Man!
that one day
I'd spit truth
you see
loud enough to
set him free.
But time kept moving,
seasons changed my face,
now I'm older at the mic,
still chasing that first place.
Chorus
Late start,
same heart,
I still bleed for the art,
I fought for my country
then I fought to restart.
Enemy inside me,
my doubt is the spark,
I battle my reflection
every night in the dark. (2x)
Grinding for a legacy,
not just a chart,
leave a map for the kids
who don't know where to
start.
Late start,
same heart,
you still bleed for the art,
you fought for your country
loose it
then fight to restart.
(Age on my collar,
wisdom in my knuckles,
I paved a pathway
through all their neysay.
while the inner critic chuckles.
"HAHAHA")
I write
like I'm clearing land mines
with a pencil,
every line a defusal,
every rhyme is essential.
Discipline in my cadence
from the barracks to the booth,
I learned to speak in truth
even when truth cut loose.
"Too late"
whispers louder,
like a captain on repeat,
so I lace my boots tighter
and
step back to the beat.
I see kids on the corner
with fire in their eyes,
I want to hand them a ladder
built from all my failed tries.
Legacy ain't trophies,
it's the lessons that I pass,
so I bleed on these tracks
so their futures won't be glass.
Enemy in the mirror,
enemy in the pen,
I fight both daily,
then I write it down
again again again
No more waiting on permission,
no more counting losses,
I turn scars into verses,
turn crosses into bosses.
If the world says
I'm late,
I say
timing is a choice,
and
every heartbeat
is a louder voice.
So when the lights hit the stage
and the crowd learns my name,
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they'll know "I"
Earned every line,
I say
every fall,
every Scar
I took that pain.
for the kids
who were told to
wait their turn,
for the ones who
kept grinding
while the world
tried to burn
their dreams down.
I came back from the frontlines
to finish what I started,
older, harder, wiser,
and
forever wholehearted.