Bleeding Ink

Once again the night presses my chest like a concrete block,
Somewhere out the window, emptiness starts to unlock.
I take this piece of paper like the blade of a knife,
The truth cuts the eyes, but it's the story of my life.
My fingers are bleeding, I'm writing my fate,
Every motherfucking day is a challenge I validate.
They want me to stay silent, but I'm breaking their mold,
My rhymes fly like steel bullets, brave and bold.
This is life unadorned, no fake-ass smiles,
The price of success is walked in treacherous miles.
I was born in the shadows just to step to the light,
And for every shot you fire, I got an answer tonight.

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Bloody ink dripping down on the blank white sheet,
We are searching for salvation in the dark of the street.
My beat hits the gut like a fist made of stone,
I'm pushing straight through, claiming this throne.
Bloody ink is my scream, it's my struggle, my pain,
In this fucked up play, I'm going against the grain.
As long as my heart beats, I won't step back an inch,
A brother to my people, to the system a glitch.


Look deep in my eyes—there's a cold-blooded rage,
Learned too early about exhaustion trapped in a cage.
Those who swore they loved me, betrayed for a dime,
Amongst the fakeness and lies, truth is a fucking crime.
But my spirit won't break, it is harder than rock,
My card in this game is still running the block.
I'm writing this text while my pulse beats my head,
Every syllable's a hollow-point, dropping 'em dead.
Let the critics keep howling, I don't give a damn,
I'll leave my own mark, show 'em exactly who I am.
The ink keeps on flowing, turning into these words,
This street corner wisdom will forever be heard.


No excuses at all, no compromise to be found,
I rose from the bottom, from the underground.
My rap is a manifesto, nothing but pure wrath,
A bone stuck in society's throat, blocking the path.

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Bloody ink dripping down on the blank white sheet,
We are searching for salvation in the dark of the street.
My beat hits the gut like a fist made of stone,
I'm pushing straight through, claiming this throne.
Bloody ink is my scream, it's my struggle, my pain,
In this fucked up play, I'm going against the grain.
As long as my heart beats, I won't step back an inch,
A brother to my people, to the system a glitch.


Just the truth on the page.
Just blood.
West Coast in the soul.
Peace to all my people.