25th, I’m still alive, still breathe, still ride,
still got the scars on my wrist, still count the tears I cried.
Quarter-century, no mercy, devil dancing in my eyes,
pouring Henny on the past, let the trauma oxidize.
Mama prayed, I just preyed—nightmares in designer,
dope boy dialect, every bar a fucking timer.
Blew out candles, blew out brains, same room, different flame,
if I die before I wake, carve my name inside the drain.