Hook (8 barów)

Real life, no filter | I rise

Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise

Bad news, late bills | I rise

If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise

Head up, both palms | to sky

No luck here, just grind | I rise

Flat line to skyline | I rise

Low tide to high rise | I rise

Verse 1 (16 barów)

Five-forty bus stop | breath in the gray

Wet shoes from the shift | still finding a way

Voicemail from home | prayers every day

Heart back with an icon | nothing to say

Card got denied | laugh not to break

Cracked screen glow | mapping escape

Knocks on my door | I’m knocking on faith

Two jobs, one dream | learning to levitate

Late fees line up | I balance the weight

Rain in my coat | but fire in the bass

Train in the distance | keeps time while I pace

Ink in my phone | writes light on the page

Head down at work | soul up in the haze

Move quiet and sure | no noise, just plays

Keep love in the core | fear out the frame

Name on the line | I stand in the flame

Pre (4 bary — rym „-ast”)

If the love ain’t real | I pass

If the pain don’t heal | I last

If the road gets steep | I gas

Quiet faith in my chest | no mask

Hook

Real life, no filter | I rise

Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise

Bad news, late bills | I rise

If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise

Head up, both palms | to sky

No luck here, just grind | I rise

Flat line to skyline | I rise

Low tide to high rise | I rise

Verse 2 (16 barów)

Kitchen light hums | cold rice on the plate

January air | thin, heavy, and late

Brother says call | he’s fighting a case

Keep him in prayer | we talk face to face

Friend in a suit | January wake

Arms wrapped tight | till sorrow would break

Therapy page open | words I don’t send

Pride in my throat | swallow and mend

Lace up the soles | show up for my friends

If I eat, we split | that’s code to the end

Bills on the counter | I sort them again

City keeps moving | I move with the train

Doubt in the noise | I tune out the voice

Quiet in heart | I stand with my boys

Candle still burns | even under the rain

Low tide to high | I rise — that remains

Bridge (4 bary)

Price of a peaceful mind | I pay in time

Pay in sweat and nights | I draw the line

If tomorrow comes late | I write tonight

Across the skyline | in steady lines

Hook (final)

Real life, no filter | I rise

Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise

Bad news, late bills | I rise

If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise

Head up, both palms | to sky

No luck here, just grind | I rise

Flat line to skyline | I rise

Low tide to high rise | I rise