I was born in the noise, under thunder skies,

Every word was a spark, every fight was a fire.

Had to run from the walls just to breathe again,

Turn pain into rhythm, blood into flame.

They told me “stay small”, I broke the frame,

Turned my fear into muscle, my guilt into name.

Every scar I wear’s a medal of truth —

Proof I lived through what tried to undo my youth.

I’m still here — louder than the pain I’ve known,

Every echo’s mine, every heartbeat’s home.

You can break my bones, but not my tone —

I’m the fire, the forge, I stand alone.

Fists in the mirror, ghosts in the hall,

Raised by the silence that swallowed it all.

But I learned from the chaos how to rise,

Now I burn brighter than all the lies.

So don’t call it trauma — call it fuel,

I’m the soldier, the storm, the rule.

I bleed melody, I breathe defiance,

Every track’s my act of self-reliance.

And if the world forgets my name,

I’ll still scream it through the rain.

‘Cause I was never built for pity,

I was built to spark the city.

I’m still here — louder than the pain I’ve known,

Every echo’s mine, every heartbeat’s home.

You can break my bones, but not my tone —

I’m the fire, the forge, I stand alone.

Still here — and I won’t fade,

I’m the proof that pain can be remade.