They throw stones from the cracks, I throw 'em right back
Every insult a brick, now the wall got my back
I been called every name, I been dragged through the mud
Now the mud on my shoes turn to diamonds and blood
Hate got a rhythm, I learned how to move with the beat
Every punch that they throw, I just dance on my feet
They want me to trip, want me to slip, want me to fall
I just spin on my heels, make the hate hit the wall
Tunnel get deeper, I get meaner, I don't get lost
I turn every corner to a crown with the cost
They said I would drown in the river of spite
Now I'm surfing the wave, now I'm owning the night
Hate got a face, I done seen it too many times
Now I wear it like armor, now it sharpens my rhymes
Tunnel of hate, but I made it a lane
Every scar on my chest turn to fuel for the flame
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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