I was raised in the fire, pain carved my skin Where survival’s the gospel, and every scar’s a sin Concrete cathedrals, bullets as the choir Brothers lost young, their dreams buried in the wire Some drowned in powder, others chained by the pipe I chose the pen, let my soul grip the mic Prejudice in the air, chains heavy on my name I broke through the system, rose above the shame These are the street scriptures, carved in blood and tears Lessons from the struggle echo through the years Not a preacher, but I testify the truth The gospel of survival, learned inside the booth I’ve seen mothers cry, candles lit in the night Prayers to the sky, hoping God makes it right The world turns blind when the ghetto bleeds But the pavement speaks louder than the preacher’s creed No silver spoon, just hunger on the plate The block taught patience, the block taught hate But I learned resilience, turned pain into faith Now my verses baptize every scar I face These are the street scriptures, carved in blood and tears Lessons from the struggle echo through the years Not a preacher, but I testify the truth The gospel of survival, learned inside the booth I don’t need no cathedral, my altar is the block My bible is the hustle, my sermon is the shock Lost souls whisper lessons, ghosts of the past Every homie gone reminds me pain don’t last I carry wisdom from the corners, written in pain Every loss a commandment, tattooed in my veins From crack smoke alleys to stages with light I preach what I lived, not a borrowed rite I rose where they doubted, survived where they fell Learned heaven ain’t promised, but I escaped hell Now I'm the voice of the streets, the prophet of the hood Spreading lessons of survival, turning struggle into good These are the street scriptures, carved in blood and tears Lessons from the struggle echo through the years Not a preacher, but I testify the truth The gospel of survival, learned inside the booth