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Song Lyrics:

House of corrections in my verses I reveal, The pain and the healing, it's all part of the deal. Through the rhythm and flow, I find my connection, In this lyrical journey, my soul's resurrection. (Verse 1) Step into my world, it's a house of corrections, Where I battle my demons and make introspections. Each step I take, echoes down the corridor, In this concrete maze, seeking truth and more. Born and raised in the belly of the beast, Concrete jungle where survival's the least. Through the broken glass and shattered dreams, I found my voice, now it loudly screams. From dark alleys to the neon lights, I walk the tightrope, balancing my fights. Where scars are medals, and pain is my muse, My verses flow like rivers, unchained, I refuse. This pen's my weapon, my heart on display, In the house of corrections, I find my own way. The rhythm of life, beats in every line, Through trials and tribulations, my spirit will shine. (Chorus 2) House of corrections in my verses I reveal, The pain and the healing, it's all part of the deal. Through the rhythm and flow, I find my connection, In this lyrical journey, my soul's resurrection. (Verse 2) Lost in the darkness, searching for the light, Through the bars of this rhyme, I take flight. The past may haunt, but it won't define, I'll rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, I'll shine. Every verse I craft, a story to unfold, In the house of corrections, my tales are untold. I've danced with demons, wrestled with fate, But I refuse to surrender, I'm the master of my state. Through the smoke and mirrors, I see my reflection, In this house of corrections, no room for deception. I embrace my flaws, wear my scars with pride, For they've shaped my soul, and my essence they guide

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