Paper Sunset

Came up with loose change in a shoebox safe

Mom's tears in the kitchen, fillin' hearts with grace

Hustle stitched in my veins, I never learned to quit

Turned every downfall into fuel—watch how I flip

Vision locked on the skyline, chasin' that gleam

Late nights, pen bleeds, turn potential to cream

From bus rides to back alleys, I studied each vibe

Synthesized the chaos—now the city's my tribe

I got scars on my knuckles from the fights in my mind

But I'm blessed with the hustle, so I'm never behind

Locked doors can't hold me when my fire's ablaze