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Never fold
“Never Fold”
I came in this world a wildfire spark,
Too bright for the dark, too loud for their calm,
They labeled me early, "too much to contain,"
So they bottled my soul with pills for the pain.
A child with a heartbeat that rattled the cage,
They tried to sedate what they couldn't engage.
Didn’t know how to handle a spirit that roared,
So they silenced my thunder, and I hit the floor.
What started with medicine turned into chains,
Thirty years running through hell in my veins.
Federal cells and them cold metal bars,
But I never let prison define who you are.
I stayed who I was — a soldier, a man,
Never took more than I gave with my hand.
Respect in the streets, from suits to the block,
‘Cause my word is my bond and my soul never bought.
I lost my old man to that cancerous thief,
And my brother’s own war left him lost in the grief.
Those six years that followed, I barely survived,
My mind was a storm but my heart stayed alive.
The world saw a ghost, but I knew I was here,
God wasn’t through — He was drawing me near.
And redemption, it came like a thief in the night,
Snatched me from darkness, brought me to light.
Now I stand unashamed of the path that I walked,
Of the battles I fought, of the pain that I talked.
I ain't no angel, my hands got their stains,
But I kept it a hundred through loss and through chains.
So to anyone listenin', don’t pity my scars,
They map out the roads that I took to these stars.
I’m a man of my word, and my word still means gold,
In a world full of fakes, I refused to fold.
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