Rhythm in My Stride

Verse

I move through the city with a rhythm in my stride, every setback just a beat that I flip and let ride,

turning pressure into diamonds while the world’s on my back,

and when they doubt what I’m building I just double the stack.

Verse

I’ve walked through storms with my hoodie pulled low,

learned to turn every crack in the pavement into somewhere to grow,

and when the whispers turned to noise I tuned it into my flow,

letting every doubt they threw become the spark for my glow.

Chorus

I’ve been carving out a lane where the real ones survive,

where the hunger in your chest is what keeps dreams alive,

and even when the night gets heavy and the shadows get loud,

I stand tall, chin high, never bending to the crowd.

Verse

I’ve taken losses that could break you, turned them into my fuel,

learned the art of staying patient while the world plays cruel,

and now the fire in my voice is something nobody can tame,

‘cause every scar on my journey still remembers my name.