I’m still here. E

Yeah. Let me tell you my story. I was drowning in debt, Drinking just to silence myself. Looking for a way out in the dark, When I couldn't see the light. Long nights, empty rooms. I was losing pieces of myself. Then one day, I found music and it brought Me back to life. I'm still here. I'm still breathing. Still believing, still dreaming. Not for the money, not for the fame. I just turn my life into music from my Soul. I twist my own voice, Make it sound like something new. You call me a copy, show me what I Copied. Same beat, same sound, Same soul. Even this beat could have come from An old movie, so tell me who really owns The sound? I was alone, I was lost, I was scared. But I kept going, I don't wear Paco Rabanne. And every new song put another piece of me Back together. I'm still here. I'm still here. Not for the money, not for the fame. I'm doing this for the day when I have Children of my own. So I can tell them, "Your dad was alone. But he never gave up." And maybe one day, I'll look at their mother And smile. Because after all these years, I Found her. I'm still here. I'm Still here.