(Verse 1)

Some nights I opened the fridge just to stare at the light

‘cause it was the only thing glowing in the whole damn house.

Nothing inside.

Just shelves and air.

No juice,

no care.

There were mornings I’d wake up to a cold floor,

step over arguments,

and eat cereal without milk like it was normal.

Mom worked doubles.

Eyes bruised by stress.

Dad?

Just stories

I filled in with guess.

Dinner was late,

and quiet.

TV dinners,

no diet.

Just microwaves and empty chairs.

No one asked,

no one cared.

I learned to talk to walls.

They never yelled back.

I learned to walk on eggshells

so they wouldn’t crack.

(Hook)

I grew up in a house that echoed more than it spoke.

Every silence,

every sigh,

wrapped around my throat.

Family?

Split.

Love?

Rare.

So I found comfort

in not being there.

Fridge empty.

Heart full.

I made something

from the bull.

What I lacked in food,

I found in fire.

What I missed in hugs,

I stacked in desire.

(Verse 2)

There were winters where my breath fogged up the glass

'cause the heat didn’t work

and neither did the people around me.

I went to school in hand-me-down fits,

sitting in class like I didn’t notice the difference.

But I did.

Every thread felt loud.

Every tear told a crowd.

I’d fake sleep when they fought.

Dreamed of other homes,

better plots.

Felt like the background in my own life—

like I was born behind the spotlight.

Shoes too small.

Backpack ripped.

I didn’t have much,

but I never slipped.

I wore shame like it was fashion.

Turned pain

into passion.

(Hook)

I grew up in pieces,

missing things I couldn’t name.

But I made rhythm

out of blame.

Full plate now.

But I still taste

those hungry days

that shaped my pace.

House cold.

Heart warm.

I survived the quiet,

and now I storm.

(Bridge)

I used to count cracks in the ceiling,

now I count wins.

Used to pray for love,

now I let it in.

No silver spoons,

just plastic forks and paper hope.

But I ate what life gave me

and still never choked.

(Outro)

They gave me nothing.

Not even peace.

So I made songs

that never cease.

I filled the void

with voice and beat.

Turned every lack

into something complete.

Nothing.

That's what raised me.

But look at me now

that nothing couldn’t break me.