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No olviden que una suscripción ayuda al creador a crear y un like lo anima ha mejorar aun mas, claro a vosotros a estar al tanto de las novedades: / @soulasylummusic Liricas: Ink on the Ground Yeah No echo, no disguise Just bars and truth I wrote my dreams on a cracked sidewalk, Cold nights, heavy thoughts on a long walk. No map drawn, just instinct and grit, Trying to carve meaning out the mess I lived. Silence taught me more than the loudest room, Everybody brave till the pressure looms. I don’t flex chains, I flex time spent, Every scar stamped with intent. Watched fake smiles fade with the spotlight, I stayed back sharpening my insight. If I lose, I own it, that’s the deal, If I win, it’s earned — concrete real. Ink on concrete, it don’t wash away, Truth hits harder when you mean what you say. No borrowed mask, no scripted role, I speak from the spine, heart and soul. I speak plain, no shine, no glittered lies, Just lessons learned under flickering lights. Setbacks taught me how to stand straight, Turned closed doors into keys I create. I don’t knock doors, I build my lane, Brick by brick through doubt and strain. People talk loud but stay in place, I let the work explain my pace. Beat drops slow, I lock and glide, Every bar aligned, nothing rushed inside. No rented style, no borrowed flame, I rap how I live — sharp and plain. No crown, no throne, no borrowed name, Just breath and bars born in flame. I seen hype die quick in a season, Watched fake prophets sell hope for a reason. I trust time, patience and pain, That’s a currency they can’t exchange. If tomorrow fades, I’m good with today, Left my mark in a permanent way. From cold benches to open mics, I paid every fee to earn my stripes. This ain’t a moment, this is a stance, Every bar deliberate, not chance. If you feel this, you already know, Real stays quiet — steady growth. Ink dries slow… But it lasts. #InkOnTheGround #HipHop #BoomBap #UndergroundRap #RealHipHop #Lyricism #ConsciousRap #RapMusic #IndependentArtist #HipHopCulture #Bars #SpittingTruth #NewHipHop #RapLife #AuthenticRap