SRF

Like a scuffed bumper,
polished every line out
Now im sharpened
I know my value different
Even day ones say its hard to sum
Cold nights, heat cut use the stove
From the flame, make it through the night.

Hand me down dreams, in hand me down jeans
Still hustle like the struggle grew in me,
Carried weight like a muddy plate
Every step didn't take, doubled, to bench pressing
Problems till the pressure break, huh.
Walked a path in the past like I (meant to be)
Noticing, this life meant for me
Past and dreams, ghost n me,
pressure got that hope in me
It made me granite, discipline, over hope and me.

Like a scuffed bumper,
polished every line out
Now im sharpened,
I know my value different,
Even day ones say its hard to sum,
Cold nights, heat cut use the stove
From the flame make it through the night

Uhhh I killed this one, 💪😎🤙