This is my war cry

[Verse 1] I came up where the streets don’t whisper—they scream my name, Every step I took was a battle, every breath a claim to fame. They tried to bury my voice under layers of static and noise, But I turned every silence into a rhythm that destroys. No handouts, no shortcuts, just the grind and the sting, I’d rather bleed on the beat than ride someone else’s wave, man, I’d sink. Clock ticks like a trigger, every second’s a loaded gun, I don’t wait for permission—I make the moment come. (Yeah!) [Chorus] This is my war cry, echoing through the cold concrete halls, I won’t bow to the pressure, I won’t break at all. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I’m burning every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the rules with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I’ll own this moment, own this sound, own every beat. (Break it down!) [Verse 2] They said I’d lose my edge when the lights got too bright, But the brighter the spotlight, the sharper the blade in my bite. Triple-stacked rhymes, tongue-twisting, bending the meter, I flip the flow mid-sentence—never let ’em get a read on me, never. From the shadows to the stage, I earned every inch of space, No favors, no pity—just the scars and the taste. I study every failure, memorize every fall, Turn every bruise into armor, let it cover it all. (What!) [Chorus] This is my war cry, echoing through the cold concrete halls, I won’t bow to the pressure, I won’t break at all. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I’m burning every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the rules with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I’ll own this moment, own this sound, own every beat. (Go!) [Verse 3] Now the stakes are higher, the cost is heavier than gold, But my hunger’s deeper than the stories they’ve been told. I see the doubters in the corners, waiting for me to crack, But every whisper of doubt just fuels the fire in my back. This ain’t just a verse—it’s a vow to the kid who still believes, Who hears the noise and chooses to rise above the debris. I won’t stop until the echo of my voice shakes the ground, Until every shadow bows to the sound that I’ve found. (Let’s go!) [Chorus] This is my war cry, echoing through the cold concrete halls, I won’t bow to the pressure, I won’t break at all. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I’m burning every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the rules with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I’ll own this moment, own this sound, own every beat.