Life ain't a straight line—it's a wheel,?

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Yo…
Life ain't a straight line—it's a wheel,?
Rollin’ through Blackpool streets, this is real…
Spinnin' on fate’s axle, no map, just the deal…
I been down, I been up—still got lyrical steel.
Let the story unfold…

Life’s like a rolling wheel, never stoppin’ the grind
From the street to the booth, left the past behind
But circles come ’round like karma in kind
Same demons I fought? Man, they evolved in my mind
From the crib with the roaches to penthouses wired
Same hunger still burnin’, same fire, same liar
Told dreams was a myth, but the truth? I got higher
Still see ghosts on the corner—same corner, same pyre
Cops flashin’ blue light when the dice game intense
Now the press try to crucify, playin’ journalist
Same cycle—I’m in it, not trapped by the fence
Win? Nah—it's about survivin’ the consequence
I been bent by the load, buckled knees in the snow
But every crack in my soul let the real me show
This path ain’t a race, it’s a spiral, a scroll
Each failure a verse in the rhyme of my role

Life’s like a rolling wheel—spinnin’ through pain and pride
Highs like a peak, lows like coffin doors wide
Back to the block where the homies still slide
Same script, new page—we just learning to glide
It ain’t 'bout the trophy, the fame, or the gold
It’s the grit in your gums when the story gets told
Every turn leaves a mark, every scar is a code
Keep rollin’ that wheel—let the lessons unfold

I was twelve with a notebook, no hope, no appeal
Dad popped pills while i popped steel
Now I’m preachin’ from stages where millionaires kneel
But the hunger still echoes—real don’t feel real
Same trauma in cycles, like seasons on repeat
Love walks out laughing, same rhythm, same beat
I could buy me a future, but past won’t retreat
It’s engraved in the grain of the floorboards beneath
I was out in the cold with a verse and a vendetta
Now the world wanna quote me—but do they get it?
Nah. The climb’s not a ladder—it’s a wheel with no net
You rise, then you drop, then you rise with regret
Each rotation’s a chapter of truth I compile
From the grief in the gutter to rhymin’ in style
It’s the fight in the fray that makes freedom worthwhile
Not the crown at the top—but the grime all the while

Life’s like a rolling wheel—spinnin’ through pain and pride
Highs like a peak, lows like coffin doors wide
Back to the street where the homies still slide
Same script, new page—we just learning to glide
It ain’t 'bout the trophy, the fame, or the gold
It’s the grit in your gums when the story gets told
Every turn leaves a mark, every scar is a code
Keep rollin’ that wheel—let the lessons unfold

They asked me, “When you gon’ stop? When you done?”
Done?
A wheel don’t stop, son.
It ain’t 'bout the end—it’s 'bout spinnin’.
You fall? You learn.
You rise? You burn.
You come back to the same Blackpool street, same pain, same dirt?
Now you know how to fight.
Now you know how to hurt.
And the wheel?
It rolls.

Life’s like a rolling wheel—I’m still in the spin
From the hospital room to the Grammys I win
Same ghosts in my rearview, still smilin’ within
But I’m dancin’ through fire, not crawlin’ in sin
Ain’t no medal for finishin’, just livin’ the race
With blood on your knuckles and soul on display
Every round brings a change—same war, new face
So I crank up the engine—keep rollin’ that wheel—GOD, I’M STILL IN THE GAME.

Keep rollin’…
Keep rollin’…
The wheel never stops…
It just teaches…
And I’m still… learnin’…