Hope

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Drifting, this disconnected universe
Reconnected with my past
I feel like I had my best then
When the vision wasn't twisted by the stress
Head full of pressure
Every step had direction, I was destined
Testing limits with a fist clenched
Never second guessing what the risk meant
Saw a mountain in my way and I grinned
Said it's just a hill, climb on till the rocks turn diamond
Time gone, but the hunger never silent
I was blinded in a good way

Chasing every dream that I could name
Back before the world put a chain on my mood state
Now I'm moving at a new pace
Looking at my own face
Shadow in the glass when I move late
Truth in the lines and the pain in my shoelace
Tied to the past I can't escape
But I knew change coming if I keep running
Back then I had nothing but it felt like something
When the hope stayed strong through the night
And the fight kept coming

[Verse 2]

Wondering, what's that, who's that, where's that?
Can you tell me what rules changed when I was chasing the same path?
Back then I was laughing at the setbacks
Now I'm staring at the map like the lines got redrawn
What went wrong, what law flipped on, can you name that?
Pondering, life ain't the same as the thought in my brain when I laid back
Dreams looked straight, now they sway like waves crash
Different than I hoped, but I cope with the strange facts

Learning to ride the tide, no guide on the side
Just pride and the drive I provide, I decide how I rise
I been breaking rules they designed, I decline every sign they assigned
I never listened when they said
Put your hope on a page, or you're broke in a cage
I wrote in the rage, I spoke on the stage
I never stopped moving, bruising, proving
Every time they said I lose it, I refused it
When they said I couldn't do it
I just drew it from the dirt with my hands
Till the plan grew fluid

Lyrics explained

Verse 1

“Drifting, this disconnected universe. Reconnected with my past, I feel like I had my best then.”
I open with a sense of being lost, like floating in space. Then I pull back to memory, a time when I felt strongest. The words best then sound close to destined that comes later, linking the past to what I believed my future would be.

“When the vision wasn’t twisted by the stress, head full of pressure, every step had direction, I was destined.”
I’m talking about a time before stress clouded me. I felt guided, like every step mattered. Pressure and direction share a sound, showing how struggle and purpose were tied together.

“Testing limits with a fist clenched, never second guessing what the risk meant.”
This is me looking back. My hand was ready, my mind was sure. Fist clenched and risk meant sound close, tying physical strength to mental calculation.

“Saw a mountain in my way and I grinned, said it’s just a hill, climb on till the rocks turn diamond.”
This is about facing obstacles with defiance. The climb is the action, the diamond is the reward. The words climb on and diamond share a sound, linking the grind to the payoff.

“Time gone, but the hunger never silent. I was blinded in a good way, chasing every dream that I could name, back before the world put a chain on my mood state.”
Here I mix past and present. Time has passed, but the hunger is still here. I chased dreams before society’s rules weighed me down. Silent and blinded connect, showing how being cut off and being unaware often come together.

“Now I’m moving at a new pace, looking at my own face, shadow in the glass when I move late.”
I ground the verse in the present. Pace, face, late keep the rhythm tight.

“Truth in the lines and the pain in my shoelace, tied to the past I can’t escape.”
The shoelace is a small thing that ties me back. Shoelace and escape sound close, connecting the tie with the wish to break free.

“But I knew change coming if I keep running, back then I had nothing but it felt like something, when the hope stayed strong through the night and the fight kept coming.”
This line carries both past and present. I knew shows memory, but change coming makes it feel alive now. Running, something, coming run together in sound, showing movement and persistence. The verse closes on hope as the thing that carried me through.

Verse 2

“Wondering, what’s that, who’s that, where’s that. Can you tell me what rules changed, when I was chasing the same path.”
I start with questions, showing confusion about how the world shifted while I stayed true. The repeated phrasing makes it punchy.

“Back then I was laughing at the setbacks, now I’m staring at the map like the lines got redrawn. What went wrong, what law flipped on, can you name that?”
I flip from past to present again. Before, I laughed off problems. Now, I feel like the rules themselves changed. The sounds map, redrawn, wrong, law all tie the thoughts together.

“Dreams looked straight, now they sway like waves crash. Different than I hoped, but I cope with the strange facts.”
The dreams that once looked steady now bend and break. Waves crash and strange facts share sound, linking outside chaos to inside truth. Hoped and cope rhyme directly, showing the fall from dream to survival.

“Learning to ride the tide, no guide on the side, just pride and the drive I provide, I decide how I rise.”
This is about self-reliance. Tide, guide, pride, drive, provide, decide, rise all roll together, making the rhythm flow while carrying the message of standing on my own.

“I been breaking rules they designed, I decline every sign they assigned.”
I resist what’s set up for me. Designed, decline, sign, assigned all link, making resistance sound like a pattern.

“I never listened when they said put your hope on a page, or you’re broke in a cage. I wrote in the rage, I spoke on the stage.”
I refused limits. The rhyme chain page, cage, rage, stage turns confinement into creation.

“I never stopped moving, bruising, proving every time they said I lose it, I refused it.”
This is about persistence. The repeated sounds in moving, bruising, proving make the drive feel unstoppable. Lose it / refused it shows rejection of failure.

“When they said I couldn’t do it, I just drew it from the dirt with my hands till the plan grew fluid.”
From denial to creation. Do it, drew it, fluid flow into each other, showing how I turned rejection into adaptability.