Blood In My Ink Lryics

🎤 Title: “Blood in My Ink” [Intro – Spoken Word, low tone] Yeah… They try to bury us — not knowin’ we was seeds. Pressure makes diamonds, right? This is for the ones they overlook. Let me talk to you… [Verse 1 – Real Talk / Pain / Hustle] Grew up on corners where hope ain’t speak, Streetlights buzzed like secrets they keep. Single mom, prayers under flickered lamps, Heatin’ up the kitchen with the stove as a stamp. I learned hunger before I learned math, And silence in a cell echoes louder than a laugh. My homie caught a charge, judge ain't flinch, But Wall Street crooks walk free every inch. Had to hustle smart, not just hard, Every scar on my knuckle’s a battle card. Lost more to the system than to the street, And I still carry names when I’m droppin’ heat. [Hook – Reflective & Empowering] I got blood in my ink, pain in my pen, Wrote my story with losses I turned to wins. You can knock me down, I’ll rise again, Built from the bottom, I don't break — I bend. Real ones feel me when the beat gets deep, 'Cause I speak for the kids who got dreams but no sleep. Can't mute truth, can't cage this soul, I was born for the grind, now watch me take hold. [Verse 2 – Social Commentary / Inner Conflict] Yeah, I see the news feed lies, They post pain for clicks while another kid dies. Politicians shake hands with a serpent smile, Then cut school funds, blame crime on our style. Ain’t no safety when your skin say “target,” Even peace get questioned if you speak too honest. Told I should chill — nah, I’m past that phase, I spit gasoline when I step onstage. Every lyric a mirror, reflections of war, From a heart that’s been broke and rebuilt at the core. Got demons that dance to the beat I play, But I keep ‘em in check like bills I pay. [Bridge – Slow It Down / Emotional Intensity] They don’t know what it took to stay sane, When your whole life feel like a storm with no name. Still I prayed with a cracked voice, Still I rose like I ain’t have no choice. I was told I’d never make it past 21, Now I’m penning blueprints for my unborn son. Not just bars — this is legacy deep, This is journal entries from nights I ain’t sleep. [Hook – Repeat w/ More Passion] I got blood in my ink, pain in my pen, Wrote my story with losses I turned to wins. You can knock me down, I’ll rise again, Built from the bottom, I don't break — I bend. Real ones feel me when the beat gets deep, 'Cause I speak for the kids who got dreams but no sleep. Can't mute truth, can't cage this soul, I was born for the grind, now watch me take hold. [Verse 3 – Victory / Self-Claimed Greatness] Now I’m cookin’ in the booth like I’m back on the stove, Flippin’ every lesson into platinum and gold. Used to chase coins, now I’m mintin’ my brand, Used to beg for help — now they reachin’ they hand. I don’t rap for applause or a chart rank, I rap so a kid with nothin’ knows he got bank. Self-worth bigger than the image they sell, I built heaven from my own version of hell. From trauma I spit, from love I write, My verses touch souls, my wrongs birthed right. They said I’d fade out, I just laughed at doubt, Put my pain in the pad and I mapped it out. [Outro Verse – Spoken + Rap Blend] This ain’t rap, it’s resistance — a fight for peace, A journal in rhythm that won’t cease. To every soul listenin’, lost in the rain, Your scars got stories, your hurt ain’t in vain. Yeah… They might silence a voice, but never the truth, We eternal through bars, from the booth to the youth. So I write till the ink runs dry from my skin, ‘Cause every end I faced was a place to begin. [Hook – Final Time, Acapella Style] I got blood in my ink, pain in my pen, Wrote my story with losses I turned to wins. You can knock me down, I’ll rise again, Built from the bottom, I don't break — I bend.